At the Chinese Wall we were witness to a fantastic play of light and color in the rocks. As we admired the wall the sun broke through the clouds--it had been intermittently cloudy and sunny all day--and illuminated the Wall. Brilliant, golden light shot through each of the crevasses and windows. It was astounding the way it lit up. In under a minute the light was gone again, obscured behind a puffy, white cloud. The rocks were still striking, but not quite so striking as they had been when back-lit. It was remarkable. The lighting made such a difference.
|The Chinese Wall|
|One of many windows|
|Sinking Ship (on right)|
Then it was back to camp for a fire. We were both quite worn out. There was a big patch of open sky through the trees in our campsite which permitted a tremendous view of the night sky. The stars were sure out in dazzling array. It got quite chilly overnight, but with a good day of hiking beneath us we both slept our best night's rest of the trip yet.
What an outstanding, magical eighth day. Zion had been marvelous, but somehow Bryce managed to win my heart. Even after the Grand Canyon I would look back on Bryce as my favorite.