HooDoo Magic

Back home now, we're settling but my mind continues to wander, Utah, can't get it out of my head. It's one of the most gorgeous stretches of land I have ever seen.  Utah is a mysterious contradiction.  The basins offer quiet respite for the perfect walk in amazing canyons, or a boots up happy hour at a local rusty dive bar.  If you've got the time I've a few more Wild West Utah tales to share.


I imagine Bryce Canyon National Park sometimes feels like the forgotten little sister.  Zion is gorgeous, popular, it's the place to be.  Huge crowds tell the tale.  But Bryce is not a spoiled sibling, she's a shining star, maybe a little more tarnished than big Sis, colder, rugged and weirdly cool with a HooDoo vibe.  There is even a Queen Victoria HooDoo and her HooDoo garden, sounds pretty strange but it's surprisingly incredible.  


Something about the isolation and of course, those mysterious stones that make Bryce perfectly quirky.  Surprised by the lack of tourists it feels we have the park to ourselves. I sense how this place may drive a person a bit crazy.  Expansive ranges of snow topped mountains, red rocks, wild winds, strange rock formations.  The Shining, Redrum.  Yeah, kinda like that. 


The authentic HooDoos of Bryce Canyon are both monumental and mesmerizing.  Stare at those stacked pillars long enough and you'll see before you authentic stone replicas of Mona Lisa, The Greek Colosseum, Hat Shop, Lassie.  You see it!  YaHoo HooDoo!


Contrarily, the mischievous human Hoodooers can be magnets of mayhem.  They provide precariously piled stone instructions that may lead naive hikers down the path to the nearest pet salon, coffee shop or maybe even Walmart. Honestly, who blindly follows a pile of rocks anyway, why not trust GPS Maps or Waze?  Moral of the story, don't trust HooDoo hoodlums.  Download the map.

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