Like Picasso’s blue period, Utah national parks are variations on a theme — petrified Jurassic sediments sculpted by wind, water and time — but each one alienates and exhilarates in its own way. Families/High-adventurers/Leisurely travelers can hike/bike/tour/explore southern Utah’s unending fins/buttes/hoodoos/canyons. Raft the Colorado, walk the earth’s seams or watch the sun set through a hole in a mountain. Choose your own adventure. Read more...
Something good happened a while back at 38˚ north latitude. All five of the national parks in Utah are within a sandstone’s throw of it — in fact, you could drive through them all in a single overstimulated afternoon. (You could, but you shouldn’t. That’d be like sprinting through the Louvre.)
Over 150 million years the soft-ish stone sediments in these five spots relented in weird, beautiful ways, cutting open a color spectrum of reds, pinks, yellows, grays and whites, all dappled with green. It’s called the Grand Staircase, but you could think of it as a peeling painting, a dozen layers on display from Bryce to the Grand Canyon.
ACalifornia CondoRBeds in Zion
That’s not only true (they’re not extinct after all!), it’s a helpful mnemonic for remembering the Utah national parks from east to west:
The oldest, the most visited (See: Subway, Angels Landing, your life flash before your eyes)
Museums of Ancient Art
Michelangelo wasn’t bad; Rembrandt made nice pictures; and Kahlo had some interesting ideas; but the Earth’s greatest masterpieces weren’t made by human hands. And they’re all in southern Utah.
It’s a reddish-orangey-pink swath of a United State that’s eroded in audacious ways. New York’s got the MoMA; Utah has five museums of ancient art. Climb through a hole punched in a mountain, hike through a slot canyon, kayak the Colorado and explore Bryce Canyon’s rock opera. It’s art appreciation in hiking boots.