Though sometimes the 'Golden Years' seem more like tarnished brass, they are not the end of adventure. I invite you to follow me as I transcend from full-time government employee to full-time life observer. I'll cover life, government, travel, food, gardening, whatever crosses my path.
We leave Lake Powell in Page, AZ and head up into Utah. We make a stop (bathroom break) in Kanab where we find a complete movie set. This is not something you see in Michigan. I don't care how many movies they make here, Boyne Mt cannot compete.
Back in the coach and off to Bryce Canyon. While the ideal time to be here would be sunrise (5:15 am), that ain't going to happen. So, we arrive midday to view the what the NPS jokingly calls 'the world's biggest pothole'. Formed by freeze-thaw cycles and not a river, it is truly a thing of beauty:
Several years ago at Arts, Beats, and Eats in Pontiac, I purchased a photo of Bryce Canyon called'Could be Castles' by Don Ament. It hangs in my foyer and I have wanted to go to Bryce ever since I first saw the photo. I was not disappointed when I got there.