Sometimes we wake up on Saturday morning and think, "We should do something today"--which usually ends up in some kind of fantastic family outing. This time, it was a trip to Zion National Park. (Side note: Buying a pass that gets us into all the National Parks for one year for free? One of our best purchases to date.)
We haven't been hiking for quite a while--I'll blame the heat rather than perhaps a bout of laziness as of late--and the boys were pumped. I was pumped just to see Asher in a baseball cap. Cute, right?
Once we got to Zion, though, Asher was not quite as pumped.
Baby carrier? Pshaw. He's no baby. He thinks he's big enough to hike. He screamed, "OUT!" for a solid 15 minutes before we finally found a perfect distraction: a singing bird. Smash was intrigued. He kept telling me, "Birdie, hear him. Say 'tweet tweet.' Say 'hi, ah-er bee' (Asher bee)." And, call me sneaky if you want to, but every time he asked to get out thereafter I told him he had to stay in or he wouldn't be able to see the birdies. He believed me.
Reed, on the other hand, is big enough to hike. Or at least too big to carry in a baby carrier. He and Ryan were the trailblazers and pace-setters. It was nice to have Reed's three-year-old legs setting the pace for my wimpy pregnant self.
At the beginning of the hike, Reed stopped approximately every five feet to point out something awesome he saw (like a white rock. Or a smooth rock. Or perhaps an ant.) Some things were more exciting than others, like this giant cracked rock. Ryan is the explainer in our family, and he did a fantastic job of explaining erosion and other rock-related items to Curious Reed.
We decided to try a hike we haven't been on before (Watchman Trail). The trail gained a lot of elevation through a series of switchback and was beautiful--a different kind of scenery than the rest of the park.
Had we finished the hike, we would have been able to overlook the town of Springdale. Not finishing = my fault. I may have pushed my body a little harder than I should have--which I realized when I almost blacked out at the end of the hike. Good times. I'll go ahead and blame that one on the baby.
Luckily, though, a picnic and stop at the snack counter for frozen yogurt quickly revived me. This view didn't hurt, either.
On our way out of the park, Reed just had to stop and look at the map. He loves maps--he carried around the map the Park Ranger gave us all day.
And since our new hike had put us in an adventurous mood, we decided to drive through the park to see the tunnels. Worth the drive, definitely. Not only were the tunnels amazing, but we ran into a rain storm and got to enjoy several waterfalls that formed after about 20 minutes of rainfall.
Thanks for treating us well, Zion. We'll be back soon.