Forgotten Insulin:

Mother and Father had packed up our campground during first light, and while my siblings and I were still mostly asleep, drove down the mountains to Cedar City. We stopped for breakfast at a crowded family restaurant, and packed ourselves around a table in the middle of the dining area. I needed to do my injection, and even though I felt strange doing it where everyone was eating, taking it into the bathroom was an even less appealing option.…

Hidden Arch:

I had asked Father if we might be able to visit the Arches park, also located in Utah, but evidently it was farther away than I had imagined. By way of consolation, he offered to take me to see an arch that was located somewhere in Zion canyon. As we set out down the dusty trail, I could hardly contain my excitement.…

The Emerald Pool:

After the excitement of the previous day, my interest in hiking was at an all time low. I had wanted to stay at camp rather than going with my family, but Mother assured me that this would be an easy hike and that there would be a place to go swimming.…

Angel’s Landing:

The trail head was the most boring thing I had seen at Zion Canyon. Sister spun in circles as we walked a wide, blacktop paved, straight-as-an-arrow trail, which led us toward the massive promontory overlooking the canyon below. Despite the obvious change in altitude required to reach even the lower ridge, the path had little incline.…

The Narrows:

Before cutting its way through the bottom of Zion Canyon, the Virgin River runs through a sixteen mile long stretch of canyon some thousand feet deep and often no more than forty feet wide. While the river is seldom more than a couple feet deep, it just as seldom has banks which are more than the occasional sandbar pressed against the vertical walls.…