I wasn’t that impressed with the PCH drive. Most of the view was like this:
What was more fun was watching the mist roll in as you drive through the PCH.
No time to catch up
I have no time to catch up with my posts after a couple of days with crappy Internet.
Bryce Canyon and more hoodoo-ness
In the land of hoodoos
Before leaving Zion National Park, we took some photos at The Three Patriachs, named by Mormon pioneers in the area, escaping from persecution.
Zion National Park
If Google Maps were to take a satellite picture of Zion today, I’d be able to identify my mother. She is the only person in the whole park for whom a hat is insufficient coverage. No, she must also carry an umbrella while clambering up slopes and what not.
We took the Riverside Walk, 2 miles return. But I went a little further out into water, toward the Narrows. This is the most narrow part of the canyon of Zion. I didn’t go that far, as I wasn’t equipped properly. And the water swift and cold.
Las Vegas and Springdale, Utah
I spent most of the day in Vegas in the Mirage Hotel.
How is the Mirage different from the other motels I’ve been staying in?
Park City, Salt Lake City and off to Vegas
We drove out of Ogden and took the Interstate to Park City, home of the 2002 Winter Olympics and the Sundance Film Festival. This Interstate is considered one of the more scenic routes in the US, and it did not disappoint. Nice to take curves at 75 miles and going down hill.
Even in summer, freestyle skiers are perfecting their craft. They ski down the wet slides, summersault, twist and whatever in the air and land in the water that is pumped with bubbles to soften the landing.
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Catching Up
Okay, now where did I end? I can’t remember as I pre-write this for cutting and pasting as it costs US$14.99 + taxes in The Mirage for 24 hours of Internet access, and I’m not going to pay for Internet.
I’m guessing I stopped my writing at Jackson, Wyoming, one of those touristy places.
Heading south
We left Cody after our breakfast at our Bed and Breakfast.
It was a stressful breakfast. Everyone seated at 8am, having coversation when all I wanted was a few more minutes of sleep. Breakfast lasted 1 hour! And there was a lot of Buffalo Bill and Effiel Tower talk. Had nothing to contribute since I am generally bored with history.
Cody and Buffalo Bill
We left Red Lodge, Montana, and re-entered Wyoming – Cody, the town for which Buffalo Bill is named after.
As we headed past Bearcreek again, where the night before we had steak and pig races, we noticed a shop next door selling Banana Cream Pie. It’s supposed to be world famous. It’s nice. But I think they use banana essence, and I hate essences to be used. Unless it’s vanilla, ’cause the pod is so expensive.
But still, it was soft and lucious and the crust super thin, I had a hard time distinguishing custard from pie crust. US$3.50.
The Buffalo Bill Historical Museum is huge and good. I had fun. And it’s rare I have fun in a museum. So you can imagine how good it is.
They have a lot of great sculptures.
