I fell in love with Zion National Park in Utah.

Really, I am not someone who runs to places frequented by tourists.

When our friend Ron Hall, who lives in St. George, Utah, about an hour and a half away from Las Vegas, invited us to spend some time with him before our flight back from Las Vegas, we jumped at the chance. As striking as Las Vegas is,  we did not quite feel at home in the bright neon lights.

I have seen beautiful places in this world God has made for us. I have many favorite places deep in my heart. But I have to tell you that I have never seen anything so beautiful as what I saw in Zion National Park.

Heaven Admin took some beautiful photos, yet you have to stand there yourself to feel the magnificence of what God has made. God was overpoweringly present in these towering cliffs. It was so beautiful all I could do was say Ah.

There is so much iron in the rocks that even the man-made roads are brown. I loved the colors. I have a theory that just feasting our eyes on the iron-full rocks increases the iron in our blood.

The story I heard was that there was a great cleft in planet Earth thousands or millions of years ago, and what is called Zion National Park rose up from thousands of miles away from this split. I looked on the internet and couldn’t find this story, yet I am sure it is true, for you can see all the striations like the ones you see in tree trunks. Zion National Park arose from somewhere. It couldn’t have gradually grown there. I felt that the cliffs were talking and telling their stories.

If you ever have a chance to go to Zion, go.

There is a place called Weeping Rock. This photo is not of it.

At Weeping Rock, the water just seeps from the stones, very very little. The water I can put my fingers on and catch a tiny lick of takes 4,000 years to reach where it can be seen and touched! How patient Earth is. I don’t think we have a photo of Weeping Rock. Even with this infinitesimal seeping of water, beautiful vegetation grows.

And here were some horned sheep looking at us as much as we were looking at them. It was as if they posed for us.

And here are Ron and I posing for a snapshot!