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Evil-doers beware…this year’s Ottawa Gala has the secret agent flava all wrapped up! Check it out and we’ll see you there!
…Mike
We wanted to try to make it to the Valley of Fire before sunset, so we left Zion and high-tailed it towards Vegas. We almost made it…another 10 minutes and it would have been amazing I think, but we arrived just a bit too late. So these ones aren’t as dramatic as they could have been. Another stop for next time I guess 
Organic looking rocks, volcanic I imagine.
When we got to a formation called the Four Sisters (I think) we saw a couple silhouetted against the setting sun. How could I resist?
Turns out they were married at that very spot the day before They took one of us too:
And the sign, on the way back to Vegas
This was our last stop. We went back to Vegas to catch our flight home…the redeye. Absolutely fantastic trip.
…Mike
We arrived at Zion in the late afternoon. To get there we had to go through a long tunnel that went right through one of the mountains (I don’t have any photos of that as you are not allowed to stop). It took about 10 minutes to go through the whole thing, and it was followed by a set of switchbacks to take us to the floor of the canyon.
Cars are not allowed into the canyon itself; instead, there are a series of buses that leave every 10 minutes to take you to the various spots within. We arrived with enough time to make it about half way in before the light gave out and went in search of a hotel.
Those crescent-shaped cutouts in the rock are how the canyon was formed: softer rock below erodes until the rock above collapses in that distinctive shape.
The next day we headed back into the canyon. At the far end, the walls close in quite suddenly and the only way to go further is creekwalking. We had no idea though; if he did we would have rented the shoes and pants and stuff and gone for a walk. This is high on our list of things to do the next time we go back.
Lots of climbers were doing their thing too.
This was at the end of a trail called the emerald pools.
…Mike
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