Sherrie and I had a wonderful (too short!) trip to Southern Utah at the end of June. On Friday, we stopped in Parowan to see our friends Bruce and Kathy and had lunch with them at La Villa’s, which was Michael’s mom Susie’s favorite place. It wasn’t Taco Thursday, but we still had a nice lunch and got caught up with Bruce and Kathy.
That afternoon, we hiked the Ramparts Trail in Cedar Breaks National Monument. We saw lots of wildflowers, which are just coming into full bloom in the high altitude.
And we also saw some old, big bristlecone pines
The cones were beautiful. Some turn red and blue depending on whether they are male or female; we didn’t see any blue ones but we did see red ones.
The view from the rim trail isn’t half bad either:
It was a smoky day from wildfires in Southern Utah, but it was still fun.
After Cedar Breaks, we drove to a site below Navajo Lake where the lake leaks out of the mountain at Cascade Falls:
The view at Cascade Falls was a bit anti-climactic. There’s a nice wide trail and a built-up landing, but the falls itself is only about six feet tall, and not super spectacular.
By time this, it was late in the day and Sherrie was not feeling well. In retrospect, we now believe that she got altitude sickness. She had a horrible headache and nausea, but a couple of hours after getting “down” to Cedar City (still around 5800 feet), she was feeling much better. I felt bad for her, as the afternoon and evening weren’t very pleasant. But we still enjoyed the day.
On Saturday morning, we checked off an item on our bucket list: we hiked the Kanarra Creek Trail to Kanarraville Falls. We have been wanting to do this for a few years and finally got our chance. Our friends Tracie and Glen from St. George met us there and hiked with us.
(Admittedly, Sherrie is none too pleased with this candid shot. My only regret is that I didn’t get it in better focus!) That’s Tracie and Glen in the background; I was glad they were with us because they have hiked the trail may times and helped us know what to expect.
What you should expect is to walk through amazing slot canyons in very cold water (ankle deep most of the time at this time of year) for a couple of hours. Interspersed with water up above your knees from time to time.
(Yes, the trail continues behind us as seen in this photo).
There are a few beautiful falls from time to time:
And of course the famous ones you have to scramble up, using sketchy means:
We climbed the first one (the tree trunk with the metal rungs), but not the latter, as it is the end of the line, and there’s not much to see above the last falls. And the woman in the latter photo (with her head peaking out on the left), who is in charge of the Kanarra Creek Trail conservation society (unknown exact name) told us that in the past few weeks, a couple of people have fallen off the logs at that last falls and broken various body parts. It wouldn’t be easy to evacuate someone from there!
Saturday night, we attended a “preview” showing of Shakespeare’s The Merchant of Venice at the Utah Shakespearean Festival. It was a “preview” because the festival had just started, and our show was in essence an advanced public dress rehearsal. It was a fun play. We’d not been to the festival since they opened the new building. In spite of being toward the back and side, we still heard well and enjoyed the play a lot. But the play also instigated some conversation between us about the apparent (blatant?) anti-semitic nature of the story. We saw in Shylock a compelling figure, and one of his monologues in particular is a robust statement of the way society treats many sub cultures today.