Thursday afternoon, September 3:
Re-energized,
I rode the shuttle back north, stopping at the "Court of the
Patriarchs" exit. Whereas Bryce Canyon had "overlooks,"
featuring beautiful vistas from the canyon rim looking down, I
suppose that one could say that Zion had "underlooks,"
featuring beautiful vistas from the canyon floor looking up at the
cliffs.
A Methodist minister and a local boy had traveled into
Zion Canyon and began naming the prominent mountains and features,
and many of the names stuck. The Patriarchs are three mountains
named, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. Jacob is actually the white peak
hidden behind the rust-colored peak at the foreground of the photo
below. That rust-colored peak is called Moroni, a figure from the
Book of Mormon (and I suspect that mountain wasn't named that by the
Methodist minister). I also don't know if there is a view possible
from a different angle that will show Abraham, Isaac and Jacob
without Moroni blocking most of Jacob. (Moroni is about 5700 feet
high, while the three Patriarchs are 6800 feet high, so perhaps from
a higher elevation it's easier to focus on the three Patriarchs
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Returning to a different shuttle, I rode to
the next stop, Zion Lodge, and crossed the road to climb to the
Emerald Pools. This was probably a 3-mile hike, and wasn't too
strenuous. I hiked up to the Upper Emerald Pools, then worked my way
down to the Middle and Lower Pools.
Water dripping down the
rock face carries different minerals, which create quite a canvas of
color:
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Behind a waterfall:
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Greenery:
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Some sort of bugs that float on
water:
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Apparently big rocks sometimes just fall off
the cliff face. I wondered if someone good at puzzles could figure
out where this one on the ground came from:
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I don't know what the story is about these
piled rocks.
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I don't know if I'd call the algae
emerald-colored, but it's definitely some shade of green:
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While the 3-mile hike wasn't as strenuous or
as inspiring as the morning hike to Angel's Landing, it did give me
an opportunity to eat another energy bar and I think to polish off
another 1.7 liters of water.
Returning to the shuttle, I rode
back to the Visitor Center. A short walk away is a rock on which the
Native Americans had left some symbols. Unfortunately, so have some
recent visitors, as well.
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I have no idea what's Native American and what
isn't. I suspect the curly item and pitchfork (snowshoes?) may be
Native. I'm skeptical that Snoopy is.
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This is really shocking: Amy & Greg 1982
chipped onto the surface of a rock alongside ancient graffiti. One
would think that people who travel great distances to visit a
precious resource like a national park would know better than to
deface it!
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Friday morning, September 4:
I
broke camp, this time packing up my tent, sleeping bag, and sleeping
pad. I drove back to the eastern entrance of the park to take a few
photos, then drove back through the park and exited to the west,
driving to I-15.
I then exited a few miles to the north, to
visit the Kolob Canyons section of Zion National Park. I drove to the
top of the Kolob Canyons Road, where I found the Kolob Canyons
Viewpoint. This features a number of small "finger canyons."
This photo shows Beatty Point and Nagunt Mesa:
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I then went on my last hike, a one-mile
roundtrip on the Timber Creek Overlook Trail. I even forgot to put on
my boots, just walking in my casual shoes.
From this trail,
one can see south to the Kaibab Plateau on the north rim of the Grand
Canyon. (I won't guarantee that I was pointing the camera in the
correct direction, though.)
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I continued my drive north to Salt Lake City,
where I checked into a motel about 0.7 miles from Chabad.
Friday
evening, September 4:
There were only about 13 men
for services at Chabad, including myself and another out-of-town
guest.
Rabbi Zippel and his wife had me as one of their guests
for Friday night dinner. He mentioned that he had recently been
invited to an upsherin, and had brought his shofar as it was Elul,
and that while blowing it, a dog had come up behind him and started
howling. Someone was recording this, and it ended up on YouTube.
Saturday, September 5:
For morning
prayers, there were only about 18 men. The rabbi did almost
everything: led all the prayers and also read the Torah. Another man,
a professor of Hebrew at the university, read the haftorah. He read
it without a melody, but with a dramatic emphasis on the words. That
was interesting.
I then went back to the hotel and managed to
sleep for a few hours. I had not been wise enough to purchase a book,
but I had one or two alumni magazines that I read very slowly.
For
afternoon prayers, there was not even a quorum of men.
Sunday, September 6:
In the morning, I flew
back to New York, arriving in the afternoon. That's how I spent my
summer vacation.
I hope that you have enjoyed this travelogue.