Utah Day 5: Snow Canyon State Park



Serendipity is the hallmark of a good trip, and today we had the serendipity to find Snow Canyon state park. When your mind conceives of southern Utah, this park is what you imagine. Red rock, narrow canyons, petrified sandstone, cacti, dunes, all just a short drive from Dairy Queen and Baskin Robbins (ice cream selection being another hallmark of a good trip).


In 1993 Alex, Carlos, Ania, Becky (not in Utah!) and I went to Africa, and a highlight of the trip was a magical day we spent at Sossusvlei in Namibia, a park of red sand dunes that went on as far as the eye could see. To say that Snow Canyon equaled that would be an exaggeration, but running down the dunes brought back those memories. After the dunes we went on a hike and climb, ending up high on the sandstone boulders. We had ice cream for lunch and lunch for dessert, and are now back at the house, lounging in the hot desert wind and reading books.


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