Trip Start Mar 10, 2011
34Trip End May 05, 2011
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First we explored with mules, winding down the steep inclines through mud and snow. Our guide to the bottom was a friendly wrangler (from nearby ironically named Tropic). Here he told us that the Piute Indians native to this region considered Bryce a haunted valley. As we looked up it was hard not to see why. Amongst the sleet and snow the Hoodoos cast peculiar silhouettes and the wind sung siren's songs
Breathless from a blend of altitude, exhaustion and exaltation we then proceeded to lose ourselves in a perilous mountain pass. Here the snow leafed roads were apparently plowed twice daily yet when we arrived lat in the afternoon it was already overdue for its second. On both sides were fantastical views of ice lakes and vast forests of snow leaden pines, yet on the roads it was anything but idyllic. Driving here was little more than a motor slalom. We did eventually make it down after a few close calls, and rewarded ourselves with a beautiful dinner in a mountain cabin. Here in the Dixie National forest by a warm fire, I had never felt so comfortably distant from home.