It’s hard to believe it’s May and it’s almost been a month since my visit to San Jose del Cabo in Mexico. As you can imagine, I’m ready for my next adventure, but have accumulated many different ideas and possibilities on my plate. Even though I haven’t planned to go anywhere recently, that doesn’t mean I can’t be a tourist in my own town. My mom gets the inclination to be adventurous and senses my restless spirit by suggesting we head to Snow Canyon State Park near St. George, Utah for a hike. It seems we’re both eager for adventure and ready to embark on an afternoon with the outdoors.
From my mom’s extensive research, we decide to hike the Butterfly Trail, reviewed for its stunning views and outlooks, and the trail lives up to its name. Utah definitely has a vast amount of beauty and wonder with cascading orange rocks and lava rocks towering above with scattered amounts of green desert bushes and cacti. Many suggestions online show pictures of Arizona and Antelope Canyon for a desert escape, but Utah has more seclusion and anonymity. Although I’ve outgrown Utah, I haven’t grown out of enjoying its incredible scenery that lets my mind continuously wander among the mountain sides that blend into the highway.
Finding ourselves at the end of the trail, we can either continue on the path to the Lava Tubes or turn around. Uncertain of where to go, we look up to see a large rock formation and decide to climb up and see what the overlook has to offer. As it turns out, the path to the top isn’t as straight-forward or specific as it seems as we guess at which rock to step on to reach the overlook. It’s not as scary as Angel’s Landing, but I keep looking up, determined to not let my fear of heights get the best of me. After reaching the top and taking some cleverly arranged photos, we take a moment to sit and look around. Peering around, I begin to think there is some truth to trekking on an undefined, unconventional path to get somewhere. It may not be easy and at times you want to give up, but despite my frustrations I seem to thrive on what isn’t ordinary.
I never had a fascination with Utah’s scenery, until I left. After reading Terry Tempest William’s essay “The Clan of the One-Breasted Women” in a writing class, I was taken back to the desert plants and weeds, the unusual mix of lush green mountain and dry cracked desert, and the cold crisp air. I could recall the dried brush and howling winds that would lash against my house. Maybe it wasn’t where I would call home, but it was where I came from. Looking around the vast landscape of Snow Canyon, I began to realize that where I’ve started doesn’t determine where I will go. This is just a beginning of a new, strange, and unique journey.
This post is a part of Scenic Weekends.