Zion

The manfriend and I spent last weekend in Zion. And dude. Amazing.

I’ve been there twice before. Once for a quick day hike with family and a second time for a spur-of-the-moment solo trip after my sister (who promised we’d go hiking when she got home) bailed on me. I still wanted to go, so fuck it. I went.

Even after two visits, I had no idea what Zion was really like. It’s gorgeous. And hot. Vast. Green. Dry. Wet. I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore.

We hiked all day for two days. We hiked Angel’s Landing which was scary and awesome and exhilarating and like nothing I’ve ever done before. The manfriend, who stares death in the face and laughs, was like a kid in a candy shop… if the candy shop were a 1,400-foot drop to your death if you make one wrong move in any direction.

Before we started the hike, I told him, “I need you to have just a little bit of fear for your life right now.” Because he doesn’t. He’s zero percent afraid to die. Because the boy is stupid excited to go to Heaven. I’m excited, too, but like, within reason.

I googled pictures of Angel’s Landing (because I was too scared to take any while I was actually doing it) and holy shit, I did that?!