Hoodoos Cast Their Spell on Bocahontas and Buba! Bryce Canyon, UtahHoodo- a pillar of rock of fantastic shape, left by erosion for millions (10) of years. We are talking Psychedelic Neon Orange! Bryce was established as a National Park in 1928 on 35,835 acres.
Fins, pinnacles, spires...people have lived on this Colorado Plateau region for over 12,000 years. Local Paiute Indians explain the Hoodoos as legend-once there lived animal like creatures that changed themselves to people. But they were bad, so coyote turned them into rocks of various configurations. The spellbound creatures still huddle together here with faces painted just as they were before being turned to stone. I recognized several faces.
This is a geologists dream...sedimentation, uplift and erosion. I can relate. Talk about Sunrise-Sunset...and yes we arrived at the park at 6:00 a.m. Buba really wants to get some use out of that Senior Pass. Buba read up on accidents and noted over exertion wouldn't be a problem for me but having no "lug traction" on my sneakers he insisted I borrow a pair of his for the time being...memo to Pam get proper lug traction. Buba wants to come back for the "COWBOYS AIN'T DEAD FESTIVAL". He Haw! And while it was fantabulous, no High Plateaus Institute for me. He did start up an old habit again....get a T shirt at every park. But Buba you were running marathons when you wore those kind of t-shirts....not a problem, they make them for the average American Manly Man-you go XX!
CANYONEERING AND MORE BOULDERINGNext Highway 12 through the Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument
Driving highway 12 was more "breathtaking" but up on the ridge was hairiest ride ever and Buba wished he had some Depends on.....of course TODAY he says it was no big deal. Men. It really was an exquisite ride-a series of great geological steps descending. More than 6000 feet of alternating cliffs, s

lopes and terraces which extends from the north rim of the Grand Canyon to the top of the Paunsagunt Plateau (about 150 miles). A masterpiece of geological and biological beauty-chocolate, greens, white, gray, pinks, oranges and more. We had a great pit stop for "coffee" at the Kiva Koffeehouse. A fun throw back to the 60's for sure. I couldn't stop humming Simmon and Garfunkle. Half of the patrons looked like them....speaking of looks. Yes hair still grows and roots still show when you're in the woods. Not only are my "outfits" hideous but I fit in. Buba is actually a fashion statement out here.
And for gosh sakes don't tip toe on the Crypto! Cryptobiotic soils...not a problem Buba my boots won't touch the ground...let's do a drive by! I am learning about LEAVE NO TRACE (lipstick on my teeth again?) and TREAD LIGHTLY ON LAND AND WATER (staying in the car as much as possible to do my fair share of lightly) AVOID SENSITIVE AREAS (well not so much) PACK IN-PACK OUT (that garbage bag in the back of the car is starting to smell-where do we dispose of it buba?) LEAVE WHAT YOU FIND (as if I want a bunch of sand, stones and weeds). So Bochahontas is turning into a regular girl scout. Hoo-knew!
Oh yeah, so what's the difference between a Monument and a National Park? Did you know there are 58 National Parks? How many have you been to? Enjoyed it? why? not? Did you know that 6 National Parks have been disbanded? huh? 76 Monuments? and 11 Disbanded? Geeze, what do you have to do or not to get disbanded? What's a National Preserve? National Historical Parks? National Historic Sites? National Military Parks? National Battlefield Parks? National Battlefields? National Memorials? National Recreational Areas? National Seashores? Naitonal Lakeshores? National Rivers? National Reserves? National Parkways? National Historic and Scenic Trails? National Cemeteries? and other...NPS Protected Areas? What is your flavor for fun? I really forgot how beautiful and fun it is to visit a National Park. Bochahontas is reminded of the beauty of nature and how inspirational and spiritual a visit can be. Seeing the handprint and footprint of GOD is humbling.
THIRD TIME'S A CHARM-CAPITAL REEF NATIONAL PARK
This rugged landscape is a maze of brightly colored cliffs and canyons that the Paiute Indians called "The Land of the Sleeping Rainbow"....but it was the pioneers who named it as the dome shaped rock formation reminded them of the country's Capitol. This park was established in 1971 and covers 241,904 acres. I felt

like I covered every one of them...thank you Buba. Pleep and I kept trying to hide but no soap. The closest traffic light is 78 miles away. Talk about being off the grid.... because it is still light up to 8:30 ish Buba said let's try out this dirt road, we've got time....bump bump dust dust....the car looked like an orange pumpkin. I am considering entering Buba in the Cowboy Poetry Contest.
And all those bicycle riders...are ya kidding? What kind of shape does one have to be into bike those hills, mountains, cliffs????? Must be the Peyote.
And did you know this is the former outlaw hideaway for Butch Cassidy and the Wild Bunch? Buba it's got your name all over it.....
NOTHING BUT THE BEST FOR BUBA'S HONEYTo top off the day......dirty, tired, hungry and THIRSTY (again) Buba found Utah's version of The Bates Motel. We had to sign in at the grocery store across the street, the yard art (yes a ringer wash machine in front of our room), a velvet painting of Hawaii (I couldn't make this up), a percolator coffee pot (Buba enjoyed a full pot), the fly swatter on a nail on the wall, the chocolate sheets (yes dark brown, have you ever)....I could go on but when I got up in the middle of the night Buba had a chair cocked against the door. I must say that is a first. Buba did like the full size 30 year old refrigerator in the room though....
We were up and otta there at 5:30 a.m........nuff said.