As promised, this posting shows West Temple in its most commonly photographed context. West Temple is on the left of the line and the Altar of Sacrifice is on the right (narrow with a flat top). You can see our post and photos of West Temple in our previous post. There is a viewing area behind the museum where you can photograph the peaks. Of course you can see the peaks from other locations nearby too. I like this view because it shows some of the colors and the various shapes that define Zion NP. Every curve and shift of light brings new scenery into view as you explore the park. There is always much to discover at Zion. There are unique plants, the wildlife, the waterfalls that surprise, and always the rock. The rock of Zion encompasses many layers and millennia of history. The colors and shapes of the rock attest to their formation at different times in earth's history and under very different circumstances. Time and erosion, changes in the earth's crust, and rivers further defined the landscape. Of course, it continues to change, being constantly sculpted by the forces of nature and man into new forms.
There is more to Zion NP than its great beauty, though. Many come for the climbing and the hiking. Angel's Landing is a famous hike that includes holding onto a large chain to traverse a narrow section at great height. Another famous adventure is hiking the Narrows (weather permitting), a slot canyon. There is camping, snowshoeing, bike riding, and petroglyph hunting among other pastimes. If Zion is not already on your bucket list, add it, and then make solid plans to get there.
We camped in the campground near the visitor center on this trip. Pets are not allowed in most of the park. You can hike the Parks Trail, about 3 miles, with your dog, though. Pets are also allowed in the campground (on a leash.) It was early February, but temps were near 60 during the day and merely chilly at night. It poured rain on our last night and we did opt to sleep in the back of the Jeep because trying to pack a wet and muddy tent in the morning is a form of torture. The mud was even worse than expected and with big, deep puddles, so it was a good call. The rain just made it all that much more of an adventure, especially as we splashed to the bathrooms in the dark early in the morning. You can only laugh when splashing in puddles, so it was a good time.