Looking across the Virgin River, which appears benign but, according to geologists, is mainly responsible for creating Zion Canyon |
Morning sunlight plays on the higher peaks |
Looking back along the river |
Nearly all the walk, if done in the morning, is in shade, but there are short sunny stretches |
The sky was a beautiful blue but there was a strong headwind, meaning many cyclists - I did not meet another walker until reaching the end of the free-shuttle route - were wrapped up |
Sacred datura (Datura wrightii) is a poisonous member of the nightshade family that has been used by American Indians as a hallucinogen |
A small landslide occurred as I was walking on the other side of the road |
The sun has to be high in the sky before it reaches the lower parts of the canyon |
Overhanging rock |
Wild turkeys |
It was not all blue sky |
Trees and plants establish a roothold wherever they can |
The canyon is formed of Navajo sandstone, varying from white to light pink, with discolouring caused by rain and snow-melt |
Spectacular cleft |
Prickly-pear cactus |
Zion Canyon becomes greener as its walls close in |
Eventually you can only progress with easily hired wading equipment or, like most of these people, if you do not mind getting your feet wet |
Back to civilisation in Springdale, a town just outside the main entrance to Zion National Park |
My father asked me to photograph a mustang - I fear this is the closest I will get |
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