There is Balanced Rock...
...and the Park Avenue area with all the great patterns and cool erosion.
Our little Ugandan warthog friend and his clone troopers. We keep it real, people.
This deal just got boss.
At Sand Dune Arch we hiked into the narrow mini-canyon space between a pair of rock fins and lived the dream of free microdermibrasion in the form of a 30 mph wind picking up most of southern Utah and hurtling it directly at us (I had on capris - now I don’t need to shave). We turned our backs to it, we ducked behind boulders, we hunkered down. All to no avail. Kristin found her own way to manage.
If she had remained another five minutes she might well have been buried.
-Jenni