|| Bryce Canyon

The second stop was Bryce Canyon. I had no expectations at all, it was merely one of the stops to get to Yellowstone, I thought, but the place was absolutely breathtaking.

We passed the Red Canyon, and the tour guide was explaining that we wouldn't stop here, but the small cyclones were symbols of voodoos in the native Indiana cultures.


Until it reveals itself, such a scene to be seen, to be remembered and to be loved. It was like a legendary Mayan remains, and I still believe that these are mankind creations sometime in the past, again small cyclones were shooting up (due to weather and mountain movement) as if there were characters on the stage operas. There were large lands of these orangy stones and mountains far in the eyes, and close at the feet. With the blue skies, white clouds, layers of light to dark orange color stones, it was the best and best.







We were to take a walk from here, from the top to the bottom of one of the groups of stones. Our tour guide (by the way, his name is Charles Sheng), warned us that it required physical strength, but he wanted all of us to walk. The path seen from the top was scary enough, it was immensely steep, the path was only meandering enough so we could afford not to be vertically up or down. But the walk was totally worth it, to touch and to feel the enormous creation of this nature. We did get down to the bottom, couldn't go on further because of the time. There was a very fine tree there, very odd considering the dryness all around, but it was straight and huge and still living it well ...