I was still a little grumpy from my Grand Canyon experience, and was a little rushed because I misjudged the travel time and didn’t get here until almost sunset, and was kind of fuming at the guy who decided to park in the middle of the road in front of me to look at a deer, I mean not even a moose or an elk or something interesting, just a plain old deer, as I hurried up the hill to sunset point at Bryce canyon.
Then I got there, and said “Holy cow”. Out loud. Completely involuntarily, and without a trace of irony. And just like that the evil cloud over my head dispersed. This is really an amazing spot.
The mood came back a little when the German kid next to me started throwing rocks into the canyon, but I felt a lot better after I hurled him over the side.
Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with people?