Working our way back west, we came to Bryce Canyon. You’d think we’d be bored of canyons by now – seen one, seen them all, right? – but the landscape varies so much between them that it’s worth the time to stop.
Bryce is famous for its “hoodoos” (I can’t help but think of the film Labyrinth when I hear that), which are tall pillars that look like stone turrets. The rock is orange, pink and white and the the place looks like something out of a fantasy novel.
