Sunset most anywhere is decently magical, there’s just that something about watching the flaming orb in the sky descend downwards streaking colors of change in its wake that is easy to be enthralled by no matter where you happen to be. Truth be told though, not all sunsets are made the same and while I had wanted to capture something magnificent for my last night in Zion, that just wasn’t to be the case. The previous evening had found me almost drowning in colors over the empty expanse of Hwy 12 though, so I couldn’t complain much that is one just wasn’t up to the same level. We picked a spot about 5 minutes from the South entrance to the park (the one that rolls you right out onto the quirky town of Springdale) and just parked the Jeep by the side of the road in a pull off and sat leaning against the hood while the sun headed down down down. We stayed until it was well and truly dusk and the deers had started to come out, wandering across one side of the road to the other, barely even noticing us. We packed it up when our eyes started to strain and there was something… very bittersweet about it all that I tried not to dwell on, this feeling that I would never get that moment back even if did this all again exactly the same.
We headed back to our room at the Bumbleberry Inn to tuck in early for the drive out towards Santa Fe and most importantly, Monument Valley the next morning.
P.S apologies for the lag in post times for anyone that was waiting for them, work has begun encroaching onto more of my time than I had expected- but I’m still here and will be posting as regularly as I can, while also planning more adventures to come in the next few weeks (a very prematurely planned roadtrip out to the Colorado Sand Dunes is in the works for anyone really curious) .