Bryce Canyon

While in Utah for a wedding (more to come on that) we took a family trip to Bryce Canyon National Park. It was a really great time. The drive was surprisingly beautiful--most of what I'd seen of southern Utah consisted of the view from I-15, which is largely a pretty big yawn. Panguitch, UT wins the award for the cutest little old-timey motels you've ever seen. They almost made me want to stop and stay a while in Panguitch. (Almost.)

Here, Natalie shows you where we are: "Bryce Canyon, guys!" (Interesting, unrelated note: After a few hours in the park we started keeping track of the different license plates we were seeing, and we ended up see the plates from 41 states, plus three Canadian provinces. We even saw Alaska and Hawaii! By the end of our stay we were driving through parking lots purely to scope out the license plates--"SOUTH DAKOTA! YES!!!")

I sat Natalie down for this picture and she immediately picked up a rock and popped it into her mouth. She was pretty happy, despite the fact that I didn't let her eat it.

We had heard that there were ravens in the park, but didn't see any until one of the last viewpoints we stopped at. We tossed bits of PB&J sandwich crust to the birds and they caught them mid-air. Someone said they would eat right out of your hand, but I wasn't that brave. They were BIG, and staring me down.

The rock formations that Bryce is so famous for are called hoodoos. We started calling Nat "hoodoo", mostly because of the hair.