I needed a place to stay as I headed south to SLC. Why not get a stamp while I was at it? City of Rocks reminded me of Joshua Tree, and I loved how the campsites were tucked back amongst the rocks. This is a rock climbing destination, and I found myself intensely jealous of the climbers, even though I actually don't like climbing.
You can see the tiny little climbers on this rock... As I was sitting at camp that night, I enjoyed listening to shouts of "Rope!" and "On belay!"
View from my campsite:
Leaving the park the next day, I stopped at the Visitor Center and chatted with a ranger.
"Do you climb?" he asked.
"No, I'm a canyoneer... I go down." Wink.
He didn't get it. "Oh, I love canyoneering!" he said. "Have you ever heard of Zion National Park? There are some great canyons there. There's this one called Mystery... But you should save that and do some other ones first because Mystery's the best."
"I've done Mystery," I said.
"You have?" He was obviously surprised.. And then he looked at me differently, and the whole tone of the conversation changed.
This is why Jason calls me Clark Kent. No one ever suspects that I have actually done legit canyons. It's kind of awesome.
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