Once again we found ourselves in Zion the Saturday of Easter weekend. The weather was really nice and the company was better. We were pleased that the park rangers were uncharacteristically accommodating. We ate taco salad, baked beans, applesauce cake, and bunny cookies. Kelly's idea of bringing San Pellegrino was a hit as well. We lost John for a little bit and he missed the egg hunt but he got a lot of exercise climbing up to touch the cliff. Watching the children wade in a little pond by a waterfall was a big highlight. The pathway to the narrows was packed but we had a great time throwing rocks in the Virgin River.
I love Zion. I love this tradition. But mostly I love my family.
Butterflies are known for their unusual life cycle that includes a spectacular metamorphosis from caterpillar to a colorful winged adult. They have an erratic yet graceful flight pattern that attracts attention when they pass. The Ancient Greek word for butterfly is psȳchē, which means soul. I particularly admire their symmetry and kaleidoscope of colors.