Bryce Canyon and Monument Valley: Team Bandana on tour, pt. 2


Dear readers (or ghosts of readers still waiting for my next post),

About eight months ago I promised you a full summary and review of the trek I did with TrekAmerica last summer, but then life – or more correctly depression –  got in the way and picking up the keyboard to blog became simply too hard. If it helps, I did spend six of those months writing the first novel of my trilogy series twice so that I’m now sat with a first draft currently being examined by a writing coach, but for the remaining two I have no excuses; I have totally been a jerk blowing you off.

I will, however, try to amend this by continuing the summary and review with images that you may also be able to follow on my Instagram (@christinaqvam) and I’ll do so by taking baby steps:
First step: The summary from the first day can be found here (because I don’t expect any of you to remember considering I’m sat here with my journals trying to see it all again with my inner eye. Inner eyes smucks).

Now for the second step: a new article (inhales sharply).

Sunrise at Bryce Canyon

Day two began early – like super early – by leaving a warm and comfy hotel bed to go and sit in the dark frost at the risk of losing both tootsies and fingers, waiting for the sun to rise. *insert The Lion King theme song – my memory 99% recalls our group singing something of the sort.*

It was well worth it, however, as the darkness caved in and gave way for one of the most out of this world sunrises and landscape that these pair of googling eyes have ever seen. The writer in me tells me I should be able to describe it, but the lazy person in me says I can better show you than tell you:

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Bryce Canyon

My initial emotion to Bryce Canyon when stepping out on our hiking trail was pretty stunned. Awestruck with the impression, I felt as if I’d just stepped into one of the many supernatural worlds I’ve read about or seen on films. If I could have, I would have strapped myself to a tree and refused to ever leave it. With every winding and stooping hill or climb,  one hoodoo after the other took a new shape and form as they appeared to us like an arts exhibition in a museum. The view was magnificent and made even more enchanting by the moon deciding to grace us with its presence.

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Riding through Utah

Okay, so we didn’t ride through Utah. In fact, the patch of land we did ride around would not even qualify as the nail of Utah. But we did ride on Utah soil. I’ve wanted to ride in landscapes such as those one encounter on Treks like this since I was a little girl and member of the Pony Book-club (I think it’s called Penny and Friends now and I’m not even sure if its an international book-club!). Even when I had a pony I begged and begged to be allowed to buy a western saddle although my pony would have disgracefully bent it out of shape (I mean, you don’t strap a piece of art to a barrel). So, it was halfway to wish fulfillment to get to ride on this Trek, however short and slow the ride was.

My first disappointment was when we couldn’t go with the riding group through Bryce canyon which I had so longed to do (it was one of my must-do items on my list): We weren’t able to secure spots, and there was no guarantee that we’d jump from being on the wait list to becoming participants, something which meant we’d risk missing out on Bryce canyon entirely (which would have been a disaster).

What Josh did. Thank god Trekamerica treks comes complete with actionhero-tourguides such as our Josh who had contacts somewhere else. In the end I did get to ride, even though the surroundings weren’t quite as spectacular as Bryce itself.

If I could live freely among nature, books and horses, I’d be perfectly happy

Monument Valley

‘Surely, the epicness of this day must have come to an end,’ you may think. Why, how wrong you are. There was still one more amazing experience to be had before we could call it a night (kind of selfish of day nr 2 really, keeping so much good stuff to itself) and that was a visit to Monument Valley; a place some may know as the place where Johnny Depp and crew filmed the Lone Ranger (I didn’t know this, shame on me).

We saw many of Monument Valley’s “landmarks” such as the mittens, ear of the wind and Big Hogan, the cave. Best of all was being guided and hosted by the Navajo’s who are, like all tribes and original people of the lands, unceasingly intriguing. The only disappointment this day was the cloudy skies obstructing the view of a famously spectacular night sky.

Today’s funny note:

Don’t worry, I’ve already started writing the next part of the trek and it won’t be eight months until it comes out – maybe six ;p

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