Bryce Canyon or Bust!

I had a hankerin' for campin' last weekend. I'd read on Paul Parsons' blogsite that Utah's Bryce Canyon was one of his favorite Western hiking locales.  I had to check it out.  After rounding-up a posse from our home church (a subject for a later blog), we headed out in search of the famous "hoodoos." Yep...you heard me right - hoodoos. Where the National Park Service came up with this name, I don't know. It refers to the natural rock formations that we spent the weekend hiking around which continually point and give glory to the One who formed them - amazing!


The "Band of Brothers" from left to right: Alexander, Myself, Neal (my Co-worker and roommate in Iraq), and Triston (all guys from our home church).

Our humble campsite - it doesn't get much better than steaks right off the camp grill:

We had an AWESOME time worshiping together Sunday morning and even had a fellow worshiper (a Stellar's Jay) join us for some Bible reading and praise music!

Alexander, Myself, and Neal.

"One thing I ask of the Lord,
this is what I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the Lord
all the days of my life,
to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord
and to seek him in His temple.
For in the day of trouble
he will keep me safe in His dwelling;
He will hide me in the shelter of His tabernacle
and set me high upon a rock." - Psalm 27:4-5