What a difference 100 miles makes

After I left Zion, I went to a little state park called Snow Canyon. It was one of those very pretty places that would have been really nice... But not on the heels of Zion. It's a tough act to follow. The campsite was really beautiful, right up against the red sandstone formations with a lava rock patio. It was more than 100 in the trailer when I pulled up, so I sat with the cats, waiting for it to cool down. Around 5, I went on two hikes: one, a moderately strenuous 2 mile hike across sandstone faces to see lava tubes; the other, a 2 mile strenuous hike up and around a dead volcano. That was kind of cool.

Moving another 100 miles south to Nevada has been another story. The heat has not given up with the fall of night. When I found the trailer at 110, it actually surprised me it wasn't hotter than the 117 I was reading outside.

I met my parents for dinner. I'm feeling more self conscious about needing "things". Immediately, my wallet disappeared, but I had an old ATM card and a passport I could get by on. I tucked them in my purse, and off we went. Then... Where is my water? I'm thirsty. This is taking longer than I thought; I should have had a lunch snack after all. Ugh, why didn't I bring my camera? Tomorrow, Vegas be damned, I'll bring a backpack with water, snacks, camera, and iPad, if I want; and I'll wear sneakers and a comfortable shirt and pants that cover my butt (saw a lot of butts today).


Pictures: A rare glimpse inside the trailer. This definitely isn't the show-trailer trip. Here, the cats are trying to pretend it isn't 100. Torah (top) could only do that with the aid of ice packs.