Bryce Canyon – Land of the Hoodoos

Posted: June 5th, 2011 under Hiking, Photography, Traveling with children.
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Hoodoos of Bryce

Traveling to Bryce National Park via the Zion-Mount Carmel Tunnel is a bit of a magical experience.  Leaving behind the vibrantly-colored canyon walls of Zion, you emerge from the tunnel a mere 1.1 miles further, at a higher elevation, to find the landscape transformed.The russet-colored cliffs are replaced by sundrenched mesas and a view that seems to stretch to eternity.




Dixie National Forest












Our journey took us through Dixie National Forest.  My southern-born sons were delighted to find piles of snow in shady parts of the woods.  In fact, the impromptu snowball fights were a highlight to them. My rough and rowdy three-year-old was eager to join in the melee, then horrified to discover that SNOW is COLD! He had never before played in snow.

Snowball fight!

Snow is cold!

The realization




















Shortly before entering Bryce National Park, the road travels through Red Canyon State Park.  I did not anticipate this bonus and felt swept away by the intense beauty.  Flaming red terra cotta rocks were accented with dark green and silver-gray foliage. It was a color scheme that no camera sensor could ever capture. No photogragh satisfies me.

Red Canyon











The unique rock formations at Bryce Canyon are called “Hoodoos”.  They stand shoulder to shoulder like an army of petrified warriors.


Like assembled warriors








The scenic drive leads you to many observation points throughout the park where you can look down upon the Hoodoos and view landscapes beyond.

Bryce Ampitheatre












To really appreciate the grandeur of the monoliths, though, I recommend hiking down into the canyon.

On the Queens/Navajo/Wall Street trail

Hiking in Bryce Canyon









Early morning moonrise

What skies!

Sharing the hike with my big girl.














The town of Panguitch serves the visitors of Bryce National Park.  Unlike other towns we visited, Panguitch was really a dump.  It seemed like every family possessed their own personal junk yard.  It was a marked contrast between the majestic splendor of the Hoodoos and the outright squalor of the townsfolk.  How glad I am that national parks are protected lands!


Bryce Canyon Airport










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