Coral Pink Sand Dunes is a state park in Kanab, UT. Never heard of it (neither had we). But it was on our way to Zion and Bryce Canyons so we thought why not. This part of the country is so vast and the terrain changes dramatically as we travel. Flat grassy areas morph into rugged peaks and lush valleys. Mounds of sandstone sculpted into various shapes and colors. Blue grey hues from volcanic ash striped with reddish browns and sandstones that merged together oven ions of time.
What we found was dune buggy heaven, not the stripped down VW versions of years gone by but $35,000+ jacked upped versions. All decked out with LED lites that sparkled like stars in the night. The campsite was full of hugh RVs pulling trailers. Dusk set in, we drove to an observation deck as a caravan of buggies took to the dunes disappearing over the mounds. Vroom, vroom.
The dust settled, night fell – the milky way and constellations splayed out above our heads. We searched the heavens for shooting stars. We stayed 3 nights.
Then drove an hour to Zion. Zion with it’s majestic towering shards of red and sandstone. Jene and I hiked a 1+ mile Riverside trail. He went 9/10ths of the way and I continued waded knee deep in the Virginia River. I wanted to continue to The Narrows but didn’t want to cause Jene any undue concern that I would attempt swimming in the swift currents trying to hold my camera out of the water. Should have brought my GoPro instead of lugging my Canon Mark II5D We enjoyed a picnic lunch on the edge of the river.
The next day we went back to Zion. If there’s one feeling I left with about Zion is that only in person can you visualize the magnitude of the sheer cliffs as they jut upward to the sky. We did another hike to the emerald pools. Which had there been more rain, may have been worth the plodding up and down the trail for 3+ miles in the heat of the day.
Of course I wanted to see the sunrise but the fog rolled in. We drove from one overlook to another waiting for the mist to lift.