On to Bryce Canyon

After our visit to Capital Reef National Park, we headed west and south toward Bryce Canyon. Along the way, we stopped for gas at a place I thought only existed in the old Burl Ives song. Big Rock Candy Mountain. It is indeed a real place with a restaurant, cabins, and rafting trips.



We arrived at the north campground in Bryce Canyon National Park at dusk and just after a rain and hail storm. The elevation and inclement weather made the first trial of our furnace a welcome event. It didn't take long to warm the camper, but I think I may have covered a vent during the rebuild. That will have to be fixed if we are to use the furnace in the future.

The North campground is broken into two sections. One for small campers and tents, the other for larger rigs. The definition of larger rigs was something like over twenty feet, not clarifying total or camper length. A pass through the small camper area did not yield a campsite I felt comfortable with but we found this pull through site in the larger area. All campsites have a picnic table and fire ring. The restrooms have flush toilets and a dishwashing room. Water faucets are distributed throughout the campground and a dump station is available.

Bryce Canyon is known for its' Hoodoos. If you are anything like me, you are asking, what the heck is a Hoodoo? According to The National Park Service, " Hoodoos are tall skinny spires of rock that protrude from the bottom of arid basins and "broken" lands." Go here for more info.

We explored all we could without hiking into the canyon the next day, arriving back at camp just after a chilling rain. We threw in the towel on the exploration and enjoyed the relative warmth of the camper, dinner, and some Netflix before calling it a day.

Looks like three horses to us.

After breaking camp, and dumping the tanks, a southerly course was set toward the next of the Utah five. Next time, Zion National Park, the last of the five national parks in Utah. Until then, we are C & L On The Road.