Yesterday we finally took a decent walk. We took a route down Bryce Canyon, and exploring it from the low levels made it overall a way greater Canyon experience than the Grand Canyon. Had I had the option I would've picked to take this stride NOT right in the middle of the day, but it was still definitely worth the sweat. We also found some more great gift shops, where I purchased my long awaited Utah sweater (quite a stylish one too, only has a small moose logo with a Utah written under it) and was given a pair of train-shaped earrings for free.
(Sorry about the condensation on my lens.)
Today we decided to check out Zion Park. My sister had been expressing the desire to horse ride for some time. Despite my initial resistance I'm quite happy we did so. I thought I'd be terrified and that me and the horse wouldn't work out; but all went smoothly. I rode a nice calm horse called Fender, my sister on the biggest horse of them all, named Leroy and my dad one called HB (for a second I thought it was called HD, so dissapointing). My mum's was a lazy, old horse called Buttercup. I won't elaborate but she was defintiley the most hysteric horse rider of the entire group, her and her horse would've made for a good skit.
Tomorrow we're going to LA. Can't wait to see Clara, but I'm going to miss the atmosphere around here. This morning I witnessed such a priceless scene, just when I thought the mother and middle aged son with matching shirts was unbeatable. There is a girl who works at the local grocery who I've nicknamed "Storm Girl", because the only time we walked into the store the air conditioning was so high that pieces of paper were literally flying around. She's a big girl, not as in fat, but almost, say, like a female viking; her hair is bleached blond and she wears wife beaters, ripped jeans and cap. She's EXACTLY the kind of girl you find in a place like Mt Caramel Junction, to such an extent that it took me a while to become accustomed to her existence. Anyway, this morning I saw her sitting at the diner gossiping about some "guy who was really hot" to a man who must have been at least 70, and far too distracted by the food on his plate. It was such a classic scene, me and my sister couldn't help but crack up under our breath for the whole of breakfast. If I ever find myself writing the plot of a comic I'd love to use her as a main character, it would work so well.
That's all for now. Byebye Utah :(.
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