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Day Eight: Arches National Park to Zion National Park

We left the beautiful red rocks of Arches and headed west. But not before my husband and daughter collected some petrified wood from the roadside because geology rocks.

Speaking of rocks, the ones on the east side of Utah faded from red to brown, but were still beautiful in their own desolate way. We were now in the phase of the trip where a sign on I-70 warned that there were no facilities for a hundred miles, bad news to me as I downed my large travel mug of coffee.

Today was another long driving day as we spanned the width of Utah. Eventually we exited off the interstate onto Highway 89, a scenic byway that spans from the Grand Canyon in the south to the Grand Tetons in the north. Desert rocks gave way to lush, verdant valleys. Cows began to reappear on the landscape. (As did Mormons on ATV’s. This part of the route is the old Mormon trail and ATV’s are apparently the law if you live in the area.)

We arrived at our hotel, a working bison ranch. (They also had goats, ducks, chickens, and flies.)

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And then headed to the park.

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Zion National Park is probably the most famous (and therefore the most crowded) park in Utah. For that reason travel is prohibited inside the park. You have to take a shuttle, which is free and runs every few minutes going both directions. Today we only had time for the shuttle. Tomorrow we hope to hike a bit. But here are some highlights from the trip in.

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Supper was at Oscars, a local joint in Springdale. Our hotel/ranch had an onsite restaurant that looked good, but at about $50 for a bison steak, it was more than our budget allowed.

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After supper we walked around the (tiny) downtown of Springdale and got an equally tiny portion of ice cream. Then on our way out of the park we saw these guys:

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Tonight our resort has no TV and limited Wifi. Maybe we’ll sit on the porch and watch the buffalo roam.

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About vanessagraybartal

Author. Eater. Wife. Mother. Not necessarily in that order.

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