April 30, 2014.  After breakfast we drove the two miles to Bryce National Park, where we spent several hours hiking the most amazing trails though strange “hoodoos”  in the vast canyons.  The pictures below tell the story better than I can — but my favorite was one hoodoo that looks exactly like Queen Victoria riding a camel.  That will probably change in the next few years, as the wind and rain are constantly at work rearranging the landscape.

At the bottom of the first trail, Brad and Mara and I took one route and the others set out on a much longer, more rigorous trail.   You might notice a theme emerging here about who is in the best shape! Doris was content to sit in the car in the shade for a couple of hours — I think she knows she dodged a bullet in not having to attend doggy day care as we had originally planned.  Later, Mara and I explored the lovely Bryce Canyon Lodge.

As it was still cold and very windy outdoors, we decided to dine in Towed Haul again tonight.  I cooked Chicken Marbella, which turned out fine in the crock pot.  More great wine from the Spencer cellars and warm brownies was all we needed to wind up another great day in the wilderness.

In other news:  The Braves completely bombed out against the Fish in the last two days.  Hiss.  Also, we have been following with alarm the news of the recent tornadoes and storms across the South and Midwest.  The lovely places we saw in Tupelo and Arkansas were devastated by tornadoes this week.  It is always a sad thing to read about, but this time we felt the loss more acutely having just passed through there when all was right with their world.

Get a load of these hoodoos and related marvels in Bryce: