The song is right. It's really 'beautiful, beautiful Zion'. But I'm not sure it's the "beautiful City of God."
His summer home, maybe. But I'm pretty sure he wouldn't want to live there all the time.
Why? Because, like Yosemite, and many other National Parks, it is just too crowded - so crowded with people, shuttle buses, boy scouts on Easter break, and Asian and European tourists, that you forget it's one of the truly magnificent places on earth. It feels like the Multiplex on a Saturday night, and who wants to go there anymore?
When we got there yesterday, it was cloudy and cold. Few people were there, lulling us into believing that our plan to travel during school vacation time was an ok decision. When we were in The Narrows, it started to hail. Intrepid hikers continued into the canyon. So did we. Most people were smiling. It seemed cool somehow to be out there in this glorious rock canyon land, undaunted by the weather. The light for photos wasn't the best, but who cared? You could see everything through your own eyes and that was enough.
Today, however, the sun came out and so did hundreds of people. Disneyland on a weekend, the Mall the day after Thanksgiving, America on vacation.
So we saw a few things, hiked a few hikes, and left. So did God, I think. Tomorrow I'll tell you where he went.
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