Bryce, Dallas, ToweredSeptember 17 in the United States
You know, considering that one of my favourite actresses is Bryce Dallas Howard, and being that I have just visited Bryce and will soon visit Dallas... I should find somewhere named Howard so when people say "Where have you travelled" I can say "Oh! Everywhere! Bryce... Dallas... Howard.... you name it!"
I did not want to leave Salt Lake City, and part of me still hasn't left it. It was one of those places that *clicked* with me - sort of like Dunedin in NZ - I had visions of myself moving there.
Our travel agent did not tell us that there was a Best Western IN Bryce, and instead put us in Cedar City, an hour and a half away from Bryce Canyon. So by the time we checked into the hotel, it was 4pm and light was fading fast. We decided to fang it up to Bryce and pretend that we had always intended to see it at sunset.
WAS A GOOD.
I'd already seen a hundred images of Bryce Canyon and heard enthusiasms from returning travellers, so I knew it was red and white green... but I got to add pink to that list because at sunset the whole thing is a glowing apricot bowl. I had the Disney Princess experience again: chipmunks and little birds gathering around my feet. I guess I must really love animals because if there is even one chipmunk near me, I will look at it, and not at an Alpine Lake or a Canyon.
Bryce WAS all that and more. I haven't processed it. I took enough photographs to make my memory banks explode so I'm looking forward to sitting down and doing some sketching. (We had dinner at 10pm last night, and as I elegantly lowered a french fry into my maw, I mused: What even is the nature of time? When is 10pm? When is dinner?)
The most memorable part was a serendipitous stop in Red Canyon ... which I hadn't heard of. There was no tourist bus here, and it was quiet, and tall, and eerie, and very very red. I went full Miranda and wandered off, but you see, if Miranda from Picnic at Hanging Rock had been in possession of a smart phone, it would've saved SO MUCH TROUBLE. Make smart phones compulsory for school excursions, that's what I say. Anyway, Red Canyon: BEAUTIFUL. Unforgettable, actually, with the sun setting just behind the tallest hoodoos.
This morning, we swam in the hotel pool - I was desperate for some water after so much rock. The pool was great. Fuck it. I'll include a picture. In fact Best Western has really raised the benchmark for hospitality, and given us the best hospitality service we have received in the USA - from one modest smart girl named Aubree who asked questions... and WAS THEN INTERESTED IN THE ANSWERS.
The front desk at Little America Salt Lake was withering. Three separate people looked at Stuart and I like we were dogturds with ribbons on 'em. Oh, everyone else in that hotel was great, but the front desk? Vile. We suspect it was homophobia. (This would make sense in Mormonville.)
Off to that other Canyon this morning. I don't see how I can be any more impressed than I was at Bryce, but as I said to Stu: you can't compare these places, really, can you? We live in such a metric culture, everything and everyone has to be measured and ranked, and the rankings published.
A few other random notes to round off:
- "Half and half" milk is so named because it's mediocre.
- In fact, dripilator coffee is mediocre.
- Non dairy creamer is an abomination. I want to line it up and snort it.
- There's a lane in the middle of the road that you're allowed to use for those tricky Left turns.
- Biscuit is mediocre.
- Lemonade is not fizzy here, and it's made with lemons and it's AMAZING. Lemonade on a hot day? SIGN ME UP
- Americans are not fat, as I had been told, but the other Aussie tourists are certainly fat. I guess we shouldn't throw stones if we have a glass croquembouche!
Stu drove beautifully yesterday past the burning mountains around Salt Lake City... I'm enjoying the automobile part of the journey now. xRead more