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...I descended cautiously down
the steep snowy trail holding onto the railing whenever I could. Just
as I got to the bottom the fog began to lift. Patches of deep blue
sky appeared between the clouds.
I moved among the maze of rock spires in pastel colors. It was erie
being among these silent, motionless, giants of stone. I've seen plenty
of unique rock formations, but nothing like Bryce.
The snow was melting fast, and as tiny waterfalls moved down the soft
rock I could understand how the Hoodoos were formed by erosion...next |
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