I've been to Utah before, but I don't remember these red rocks. Everything was kind of slanty.
Stacks of Rock
It looked like someone did a sloppy job, laying a sugary cake. Everything was slipping.
I was scared I'd tumble down. So Beth moved me to a smooth spot where she could take a picture of me.
What's Behind Me?
Beth said it was a lovely scene with me on the rock and all the leaning rocks behind me.
I turned around to see the view and laughed. I stopped thinking of layered cakes. It looked more like a giant cow pie slipping down the mountain.
National Parks can be funny.
My mom gave me this tiny bear over 25 years ago... because I like small things.