Easter Wanderings Among the Silent Stones

photo taken by Brian Jones

While residing in Evanston, Wyoming, Ericka and I had the valuable opportunity to visit several of the nation's remarkable national parks, all within a convenient driving distance. Situated close to Wyoming’s western border, Evanston was an ideal starting point for our vacation journeys, enabling us to discover the rich variety of landscapes and natural marvels within this remarkable area. We were captivated by the majestic Uinta Mountains, the soaring sandstone arches in Arches National Park, and the surreal hoodoos found in Utah’s Bryce Canyon just beyond the state line. Each park presented a distinct adventure that stoked our enthusiasm for nature and exploration as we wandered rugged trails, captured breathtaking views through our cameras, and soaked in the tranquil grandeur of the wilderness. These unforgettable excursions not only enhanced our admiration for the vast, diverse beauty of the American West but also strengthened our bond, as we shared laughter and made memories beneath skies filled with countless stars. Residing in Evanston opened a world of adventure within easy reach of home.

One Easter, Ericka and I had the remarkable privilege of staying at Zion National Park, a location whose name means “Kingdom of Heaven,” a fitting description for its divine allure. Enveloped by majestic sandstone cliffs glowing in the soft sunlight and surrounded by thriving greenery, the park’s mystical atmosphere felt like an earthly sanctuary. Each day, we lost ourselves on peaceful trails, inhaled the fresh mountain air, and admired the vibrant desert plants coming to life with the arrival of spring. The gentle flow of the Virgin River through the canyon perfectly echoed the calm and renewal symbolized by the Easter holiday, filling us with a sense of hope. Our nights were spent under an exceptionally clear, star-filled sky, giving us the sensation of peering into a celestial realm above. This perfect fusion of natural grandeur and spiritual contemplation made our Easter retreat to Zion profoundly meaningful and enchantingly memorable.

We set off Thursday after school, and after a long and winding five-hour drive, we finally arrived at the Zion National Park campground, our excitement palpable as we stepped out into the crisp mountain air. The sun had already set behind the towering sandstone cliffs, but with practiced efficiency, we pitched our tent and arranged the cots inside, eager to establish a comfortable retreat for the night. Just as we finished, friendly travelers from a nearby campsite introduced themselves – a charming couple from Sweden who had also just arrived. Their warm hospitality and stories of hiking across Europe added an international zest to our evening, transforming the campsite into a close-knit, welcoming community amidst nature’s embrace. As we shared tales and sipped wine around the crackling fire, the anticipation for our upcoming Zion adventures grew.

The following morning, we set out on the invigorating Watchman Trail hike, a picturesque path offering spectacular views of some of Zion National Park’s most remarkable landmarks. Navigating carefully around the challenging drop-offs, the trail unveiled magnificent scenes of the ancient Temples and Towers, which stood proudly against the vivid blue sky with their rugged sandstone glowing warmly in the sunlight. Gazing over Lower Zion Canyon, we admired the vivid greenery nestled between the immense cliffs – an arresting contrast to the surrounding arid terrain. The highlight of the hike, reaching the summit of Watchman Peak, rewarded us with vast, sweeping vistas that seemed to extend infinitely, inspiring both calm and wonder. Along the way, a delightful discovery of a natural spring offered a refreshing pause to hydrate and appreciate the surrounding pristine beauty. This memorable trek combined physical exertion with nature’s splendor, forging lasting memories.

Following the long, fortifying hike, we made our way back to the campsite to rest and recharge. As the sun began to set, we sparked a lively fire whose flickering light cast playful shadows throughout the area. We chucked chicken tenders, green beans, and rice, into a Dutch oven before burying it in coals to slowly cook our meal. After an hour, we carefully removed the cast iron pot from the hot embers and lifted its hefty lid. The smoky scent of the casserole blended perfectly with the cool evening breeze, enhancing the flavor of every mouthful. After dinner, we enjoyed a relaxed walk around the campground, where the soft murmur of friendly chatter and laughter enveloped us. Approaching a group gathered near a large fire, we introduced ourselves and were amiably invited to join them for a few brews. Though they came from various places, they all spoke English allowing us to easily communicate. We spent a delightful time exchanging stories beneath the expansive, star-filled sky, which enriched the experience and transformed our simple holiday into a shared moment of fellowship and warmth.

At dawn, we found ourselves seated opposite one another at a timeworn picnic table, savoring a hearty breakfast designed to fuel our adventurous spirits for the day to come. The fragrance of freshly brewed coffee blended seamlessly with the enticing scents of scrambled eggs, crisp bacon, and warm toast, while bowls of fresh fruit added a vibrant burst of color and flavor. Rejuvenated and eager, we set out towards the Middle Emerald Pools Trail, renowned for its lush greenery, cascading waterfalls, and peaceful turquoise pools. As we approached the trailhead, the early morning sunlight cast a golden glow over the paved path, illuminating dew-laden leaves and creating a magical atmosphere.

With our backpacks securely fastened, we began ascending the steep incline, which soon put our endurance and strength to the test. However, the summit rewarded us with a stunning vista of Zion Canyon sprawling widely below. From this lofty vantage, endless red and orange cliffs stretched out, their rugged textures brought to life by sunlight that revealed every nook and cranny. Continuing onward, the trail gradually descended toward the tranquil emerald pools nestled among the rocks, their crystal-clear waters sparkling invitingly beneath the canopy of surrounding foliage. The striking juxtaposition of towering, dramatic canyon walls against the calm, vibrant pools offered a captivating experience that perfectly captured the canyon’s diverse and serene beauty. Resting by the pools, a profound sense of gratitude washed over me for the chance to behold such divine splendor.

After a day of hiking that was both thrilling and demanding, we were completely worn out, our energy depleted to the point where cooking seemed out of the question. As the sun set behind the impressive red cliffs, we decided to take a short drive with some fellow campers to Springdale, UT, a quaint town that perfectly serves as an entry point to the park. Craving typical American pub fare, we stopped at a snug local tavern whose cozy and welcoming ambiance provided the perfect escape. The enticing scents of hearty dishes and freshly brewed craft beers filled the space, instantly lifting our spirits. While enjoying plates of juicy burgers and crispy fries, our companions recounted tales from their global adventures, allowing us to unwind in the energetic yet laid-back setting. That night, dining in Springdale went beyond just replenishing our strength – it was about cherishing the fellowship of newfound friends and experiencing the peaceful charm unique to a small mountain community.

On the final day of our trip, we fully embraced the park’s abundant history and breathtaking natural scenery by exploring the Zion Museum. There, engaging displays vividly illustrate the geological marvels and pioneering heritage of the area. After absorbing these intriguing narratives, we embarked on the Pa’rus Trail – a gentle, picturesque route that follows the shimmering Virgin River. The calming sounds of rushing water combined with the shade provided by towering cottonwood trees created a tranquil setting as we made our way toward Canyon Junction. Along the path, we admired the imposing canyon walls on both sides, their warm tones glowing softly in the afternoon light. Walking side by side, we felt a deep connection – to the land, to the history we had uncovered, and to each other.

Upon reaching the trail’s end, we paused to appreciate one final sweeping vista of Zion’s magnificent cliffs, their colors gradually shifting as the day drew to a close. This quiet moment of gratitude offered a fitting conclusion to our adventure.

With hearts content and spirits uplifted, we returned to the campsite for a last goodbye to the friends we had met and the landscape that had generously revealed its wonders to us. As the stars appeared once again above, we promised ourselves to come back someday – to recapture the awe, fellowship, and serenity that Zion had so effortlessly bestowed upon us.

Our experience in Zion National Park went far beyond simple hikes and meals; it was a profound journey that awakened all our senses and heightened our reverence for nature’s majesty. As we traversed the soaring sandstone cliffs bathed in red and gold light, every trail unveiled stunning panoramas that felt almost otherworldly, reminding us of nature’s raw splendor and the lasting power of friendship.

Until we meet again, Zion – thank you for an extraordinary encounter that truly embodied the spirit of Easter.

photo taken by Karma