For me, there are no words to truly describe Bryce Canyon National Park. The
way Mother Nature has taken her time in chiseling out the most incredible
designs in the earth is truly mind blowing.
It seems like I am much more sensitive to these natural and humbling wonders
these days, and a tear (or 40) always seems to make its way down my cheek when
I am confronted for the first time with their presence. Once again, I find
myself standing on the edge and looking out at the landscape, to which I am
humbled, put in my place, and at peace.
Bryce Canyon definitely spoke to me in a way that even the Grand Canyon did
not. The hoodoos jutting up out of the earth and towering over me took my
breath away. The Paiute called these mysterious rock formations
Anka-ku-was-a-wits, meaning the "red painted faces." They believed they were
originally the "Evil Legend People" who were turned to stone by the
all-powerful Coyote spirit because they had done something bad. There is
most definitely an omnipresence there in the canyon and walking amongst the
hoodoos. A constant reminder to be kind, do good things and stay humble.
This is why I hike. - Sweet Pea.
