on just being there
Despite all the celluloid and digital records I've made of this canyon, I’ve never had a moment where I could say that’s a keeper, I believe because all attempts to replicate fail on so many levels compared to Zion's contextual impact on just being there, especially with someone you love. For me there’s little point in pulling out a print to look at Watchman, the Narrows, or Angels’ Landing, when the real thing is a short drive away. But that doesn’t stop me from photographing it.
I’ve hiked most of Zion’s trails always with appreciation of the many hands of the Civilian Conservation Corps’ incredibly hard work to make navigating Zion accessible, if not a lot easier. While my grandfather is fondly remembered for his part of the CCC’s movement in the thirties, this trek began with gratitude for the following generation, the company of my daughter.
This part of the hike is as much a visual vertical payoff at the Point is horizontally. Just a few feet off the trail the canyon plunges into narrow crevasses that see little if any sunlight, not unlike Pine Creek.
On the east side of Echo Canyon the trail forks to East Canyon and continues the remaining 900 feet of its ascent up Mount Baldy. The trail throws every sort of terrain under your feet and require the full attention of your eyes while they’re distracted by the stunning views that pass along side your feet.
My appreciation was renewed by her company, her companionship and the lens through which she let me see the canyon like I've never before.