When I’ve described recent camping trips to my parents, they’ve both turned up their nose in disgust at the idea of trying to sleep in a tent. Apparently, it was because they had each been drug along on their family’s camping trips when they were much younger and for whatever reason it had rubbed them such the wrong way that not only did they avoid it years later, but they also agreed they wouldn’t subject my sister and I to it because it was assumed we’d also dislike it. Oddly, despite their distaste for camping, they’ve engineered more National Parks trips over the years than I can count. I’ve been visiting these amazing places with my family for as long as I can remember — quite literally, as long as I’ve been capable of remembering things. To my knowledge the count stands at 17: Acadia, Arches, Badlands, Bryce, Death Valley, Grand Canyon, Grand Teton, Great Smoky Mountains, Haleakalā, Joshua Tree, Kings Canyon, Mammoth Cave, Redwood, Sequoia, Yellowstone, Yosemite, and Zion. So parks? Absolutely. But I’d never really been tent camping until a couple years into college — and I’m so glad I did. In fact, I’d have never stopped kicking myself if I had passed on the half dozen camping expeditions that unfolded when I was in New Zealand in 2011. Would have been a completely different experience, and certainly not for the better. All that to say, I’m so thankful that being raised on National Parks didn’t burn me out on them. And now, return trips are like gravy because camping in each is a completely new set of adventures.
WHICH MEANS that when I had the chance to return to lower Utah for the Docutah Film Festival this past weekend, my going was largely contingent on being able to camp at nearby Zion National Park. In between the two days that our film was screening, we buzzed up the road an hour, pitched a tent, started a fire, and cooked cheese-filled sausages on whittled sticks. To my knowledge, the Narrows is consistently voted among the top 5 hikes in the United States. So, planning to tackle as much of the Narrows as we could the next morning before having to head back to St. George, we got up at 6am and rode the park shuttle as far into the valley as it goes. The paved trail gradually gives way to stone steps into the river and from there it’s up to you — venture as far up the river as you can stand before turning back. We made it to the Orderville Canyon fork. The original plan had been to stay an extra few days after the festival and do this properly: a nearly 16-mile top to bottom trek through the knee-high river with an overnight camp halfway down. But schedules changed and there’s always next year…
Also, first post from 6D! Step up to full frame.
Unfortunately, June and September are the best times of year to do the whole hike because of the water temperature. No wet suits, please: Zion National Park, UT