Angel's Landing

We were the only ones awake at 7am in the morning. Somehow the creaky, friday the 13th looking log houses didn't satisfy my sleep, or my buddy Randal's. So far, all we had seen was this one house, dead at night, during a rain storm when we arrived; I didn't understand what the big hype about this Zion National Park was. Only until 7 in the morning did we realize the towering, god-like mountains surrounding us. So, awake, and with nothing to do, we got our skate shoes on, grabbed a sweater, a couple camera's, wrote mom a quick note a napkin, and hoped on a bus.

We were the only people in the bus. The driver was a charming woman, smelling like coffee, and ready to tell you every detail of everything you could ever know about the great Zion National Park. We had the entire day to do nothing but walk around, since thats what your supposed to do there. So, we asked the woman what the longest, craziest, most beautiful trails to the peaks of these mountains were. She told us of one, and the name reassured us; it was called Angel's Landing.

The hike was deserted. For the entire five hours of hiking, up the five miles of rock and trail, it was Randall, myself, and good ol' mother nature. My cameras kept us busy, and I felt I was in Lord of the Rings; hiking through death valleys, scaling treacherous mountain faces. When we arrived at the top, we were standing on seats of Gods, looking across an entire mountain range that didn't seem apart of this world. Before this, I had never gone on a hike that rewarded me with something as beautiful as what I had experienced. It was a great time with my buddy Randal Stacy. Three days after the hike, we were lounging in our gold and white bathrobes, eating room service in our presidential suites of the Bellagio hotel, for a hefty price of zero dollars. I brought along with us my two, 35mm film cameras, along with a pocket full of rolls of films. Here are a couple shots of our adventure. Enjoy!

TTK