In month #9 of my (f)unemployment stint and quarter-life crisis, I was as restless as I’d ever been. I had all this time at my disposal, and all I’d done with it was start my wedding photography business and apply for jobs. Winter was dragging on, I didn’t know what I was doing with my life, etc etc. All I knew was that I NEEDED TO DO SOMETHING.
So I sought the only cure I knew: travel. In April 2010, I took a spontaneous trip out west, flew into Vegas, rented a car, and roadtripped for a week. We hit Death Valley, Bryce Canyon, Zion Canyon, Monument Valley, and the Grand Canyon – totally a case of cramming in too much driving and too many sights into a short period of time. If I were to redo this trip today, I’d probably limit it to just Utah – but, you know, hindsight’s 20/20. It’s what I wanted at the time, and anyway I’m prettttty sure I’ll be back there someday (in fact, I’ve since made another trip to the Grand Canyon).
I’ll DEFINITELY make it back to Zion National Park someday. We only spent a day there due to food poisoning/dehydration (verdict never came back on that one), and didn’t even do the canyon. Instead we hiked to The Subway.
As gorgeous as this scene is, I was underwhelmed when we got here. It wasn’t as I’d pictured it to be. Little did I know that, had we kept going up this slippery rock and around the corner, I would have reached the bright blue rock pool I’d seen in countless photos.
Ah well – another reason to go back to Zion National Park!
