The West Rim
I have no reached the Western Rim and it is time for me to begin the long descent into the canyon.
Red and White
The commanding colors of Zion National Park.
Whether it was fire or the fall that has brought these trees to their state of barenness, their beauty cares not.
As a sign of my admiration, I look up at these trees.
A twist in this tree's formation is a parallel to the twisted descent I'm preparring to embark upon.
The White Cliffs
Not quite Dover but I'll take these instead.
The West Rim Glory
There she is...all of her.
I've determined I'll take this route down into the canyon? Oh you don't see a route? Neither did I.
I still don't know if that's Zion Valley beyond those cliffs? Accord to my map I'm thinking it might be? Am I nearly halfway through the Trans-Zion Trail
To The Left
The view to my left.
To the Right
My view to the right.
The Fertile Zone
I believe that is where I need to get to.
Zion's Plateau is and will always be unforgettable.
The High Ground
The last look at the high ground.
I don't even bother anymore trying to understand how the Earth has made such wonder.