Hey, Nice Hoodoos!

We resolved to get to Bryce Canyon at the crack of noon. We achieved our goal ... barely. First stop, the Visitors' Center.

The most striking thing about the Visitors' Center was hearing all the different languages being spoken by the tourists there. Its a powerful reminder of the broad appeal of the natural wonders of Bryce Canyon. I was listening to some foreigners converse in the men's room, waxing romantic about the small community of mankind, when I realized they weren't foreigners. They were just speaking Redneck and I simply wasn't understanding them.

Next stop was Rainbow Point at the far end of the canyon. From there, we hopped from look-out to look-out, and got sore from staring slack-jawed at the canyon. There were hoodoos as far as the eye can see. (Hoodoo, n.: a pillar of rock, usually of fantastic shape, left by erosion.) We were anxious to see the canyon close up, so we donned our hiking shoes and descended into the canyon from Sunrise Point.
































Once on the trail, we realized that humans are merely passing through Bryce Canyon, but the canyon truly belongs to the chipmunks. They were everywhere ... eating, hopping, chirping ... even putting the hammer lock on each other by the side of the trail in true World Wrestling Federation style. And along the way, Furball made friends with a tree.






















We also saw the Twin Bridges, Wall Street (a slot canyon) and a rock formation we like to call Underdog:


















We'll have to save the rest until we can upload all the pictures to Flickr.com. After Bryce, Heinz and Furball retired to the luxury accomodations of the Best Western Town and Country Inn in Cedar City, Utah, where we soaked our weary limbs in the World's Hottest Hottub. Ahhhh.