Demonstrating excellent teamwork, Maya delivers stones to Kyle. He jumps and hands them off to Nicolai who stacks them on a sturdy branch.

 
Naturally, our children decide that they will contribute a carin of their own and that it should be higher in a tree than any other.

 
As we transition from the Queen’s Garden to the Navajo Trail we encounter a garden of rock carins spread everywhere across the ground and even up into the trees.

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When we reach the floor of the canyon we find a nicely shaded seating area where Jeanine and I are moved to share a kiss. One child captures the moment, another looks on with curiosity and the last flashes a look of disgust. Presumably these same children understand that if not for such activities they would not even be here.

The one constant here is change, if observable on a large time scale only. Old hoodoos gradually disintegrate as new ones are formed.

 
To walk among these amazing geologic structures is very exciting. They range in size from a couple of feet tall up to several hundred feet tall. Some are short and squat, other are skinny and tall seemingly poised to topple at any moment. During a ranger presentation I learned that no one has ever been killed by falling rock on this trail although massive boulders have fallen right on the path from time to time.

Next we take the Queen’s Garden Trail and descend among the hoodoos.

We are the first visitors to arrive at Inspiration Point, and our reward is golden light and total solitude. This remains one of the most beautiful vistas I have ever seen, and it was a joy to share it with the family for the first time.

On the 30-minute drive to Bryce early this morning we encountered a family of mule deer, including this baby boy.

As we are departing Zion, Jeanine spots some long-horn sheep, and I was fortunate to get close enough for a decent shot. We will spend the night in Hatch, UT at an RV park and continue early tomorrow morning to Bryce.

 
After a quick lunch at the Zion Lodge we board the shuttle bus and finish with a visit to the Sinawava Temple where I coax Kyle into posing for me in front of the Altar and Pulpit with the Virgin River in the foreground.

 
Although we did not reach the top of Angel’s Landing it was a rewarding climb and a great way to start our National Park adventure. If you enlarge the photo you will see Nicolai on the right hand side as he flies down the trail.

Jeanine is pleased when I return with all three children, and we rest for a while before beginning the long descent.

After reaching the next lookout, we pause for a photo and I begin to rethink the wisdom of finishing the trail which continues along the spine of the rock fin pictured behind us. At one point the trail narrows to three feet wide with an 800 foot sheer drop off on one side and a 1200 foot drop off on the other. This is the exact scenario which triggers my worst vertigo and I have learned on this climb that the intense fear is also triggered when I see one of my children in a precarious position. Despite the fact that Nicolai has been on hands and knee since the chains began he stands ready to complete the trail as does Maya who is entirely fearless and part Billy goat. Although Kyle inherited my fear of heights he also wants to reach the top. Ultimately, I enforce a decision to stop here. Thousands of people complete this trail each month but I know I will be paralyzed by my vertigo and I cannot allow the kids to continue without me. I hate having this limitation but must accept it and be thankful for the many other gifts I have.