A glorious Zion deserted...

I ended up in Zion with a group I have been leading through the Southwest all week. A good bunch, from England, Germany Canada and New Zealand .

Zion Canyon was empty of all the cars and hummers who usually visit in the summer time. There were no lines at the shuttle bus stop, no concert style crowds on the trails, and no drunk yahoos yelling their girlfriend's name at the canyon wall in hopes of an echo wailing on through time....

There was myself and a few curious souls hiking into timeless canyons and riversides. The wind was blowing hard and we moved at a good clip, almost seeing the ancient Anasazi indians cooking their meals and trading stories of history under the huge walls of red rock.

This was the best time I have ever had in Zion