When I think of the beauty of Utah, I think of Bryce Canyon and all its colors.
Hoodoos (odd-shaped pillars of rock created from the powers of erosion) are everywhere there (some are pictured behind us).
If you look for awhile at one of the hoodoos, you start to see a person in it, like if you stare up at the clouds long enough. I see an old, pleasant man in the one in the photo above. Hoodoo is also a rather enjoyable word to say out loud.
There were so very many huggable trees on this trip.
How do you write about a place that stirs your soul so very much?