Fairy tale landscape

We slept nearby the Horseshoe Bend and watched the sun rising above it before I went to buy a new camera in Page. We spent the morning along the lake Powell and driving, pass some beautfiful giant steps in Johnson Canyon, then up the red and wiggly Skutumpah Road, towards the village of Canonnville, near the entrance of Bryce Canyon National Park. In a nearby field, we found a nice spot to spend the night. There was frost on my tent in the morning, but the temperature raised up quickly with the sun.

Driving accross Bryce Canyon gives somewhat of a good overview over these beautiful hoodoos. But hiking amongst them is really like entering a fairy tail, the lush green of the pine trees standing out of the camaïeu of reds with which they are painted. No wonder why, in french, hoodoos are called 'cheminée de fée'.

That evening we had a house. And what a wonderful house. After more than a week full with hiking and driving, it was the first time we had a solid roof since Salt Lake City. Half a kilometres off the road, near Bicknell, Lyman was waiting for us in his beautiful house. Lyman is a wonderful host. He made us feel like home and gave us some simple instructions for shower, laundry, and cooking. He even gave us food to cook!