I am not a spontaneous person. Leaving on a whim is not my go-to option. I much prefer to plan ahead and take my time - but when the unexpected opportunity to get up and leave presented itself, I couldn’t resist.
A visit to Zion National Park in Southern Utah had been on my mind for at least a year before I left my little cabin home in Yosemite for this quick, two-night trip. Ever since moving from Oregon to live and work in Yosemite, I had been itching to revisit. Memories of Zion being my family’s favorite of the National Parks we visited on a trip from years ago constantly plagued my consciousness. I needed a cure, and Zion was the remedy.
Although I was initially unnerved by the fast pace required of our trip, I had friends from near and far to help me along. I spent much time on my phone during the 11 hour drive (while in the passenger seat of course) to Zion researching possible campsites and getting hiking recommendations from friends who had spent time in Zion. These suggestions turned out to be the greatest trip advice I could have hoped for, and made the trip feel significantly more relaxed than it was.
Looking back, I realize how great a role my community played in making this crazy and spontaneous trip as memorable as it was. I reached out to my community when I felt uncertain and uncomfortable, and it was eager to help.
I love that the pursuit of the outdoors brings out the best of a community. It is healing to my soul.