The Watchman, Zion

Southwest Utah marches to its own drum. At a brewery there I had to buy a dinner roll before they'd pour me a one-ounce sample — the law wants food with your beer, and it doesn't much care how small the beer is. Then the canyon opens and the Watchman is standing over the Virgin River in the last of the light. Zion keeps this kind of company: Angels Landing, the Narrows, the tunnel-carved Subway. Some formations are monuments. This one is a cathedral. One evening wasn't enough. I'm going back for a week.

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