Bryce Canyon National Park

After our hike in Zion we loaded our tired and sweaty bodies into the car and drove (or, in the girls’ case were driven) to Bryce Canyon. By the time we arrived it was dark and we checked into our motel, drove across the road to the only restaurant to eat and then crashed early. We were so tired. Bryce Canyon National Park is pretty unassuming on approach. It looks kind of like a sparse forest crossed with scrub land. There are deer hanging around and warning signs for moose (which we didn’t see, bummer!). We drove in a little deeper, parked and hopped out to take in the view. And wow. What a view. Bryce Canyon is, as the name suggests, a canyon. This means that it’s kind of like one of nature’s little secrets; you cannot see any of its vast beauty from the road. 

I captioned my instagram with something along the lines of ‘Bryce Canyon is the fakest looking real thing I have ever seen’ and that pretty much sums up my experience of this natural wonder. It looks like mars. It looks like those little sand people you make on the beach when you’re bored. It looks like a cartoon. It looks magical, beautiful, wonderful, unreal. Incredibly unreal. These photos are still captivate to me even though I’ve looked through them a hundred times already. 

Our legs hurt like hell and the hike—though much easier than Angel’s Landing—felt really tough to me. We walked and took photos and walked and stopped to eat apples and drink in the wonder of all this orange rock.

How is this real? Get yourself there. Your eyes need to see this. 

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What’s Better than a Friend who Visits?

A friend who visits with Cadbury’s chocolate from home, obviously. 

Joanna was here for a whirlwind three and a half days and we packed them full. I have not ate so much, laughed so much, talked or smiled so much as I did while she was here. Friends from home are the BEST. 

I didn’t take that many photos…probably because I was too busy doing the aforementioned eating, talking, smiling, laughing, but here’s a few if you’d like to take a look. 

Twin Peaks, Rich’s favourite first-stop tourist destination. 

The Mill, because even though it’s just toast, it’s really really good toast. 

That photo up there is my favourite from the whole weekend. It gives me such wanderlust…even though I live here. Weird.

We saw these guys perform two years ago in Portland at a Last Thursdays street festival…it was so random to come across them here in SF.

On Sunday we went to Alameda and I bought Shoshanna the bike! We were meant to go hiking but it rained all morning and so doughnuts and the flea market made for an excellent runner-up. 

Friends who visit are the best friends of all! We miss you Joanna, California is much sweeter with you in it!