Surviving Nature (and Vegas) on the Sophomore Journey

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The  trip started out as I expected. Sleepy teenagers in the early morning  at the airport, the time consumption of going through security, the long  line our class made at Starbucks, and so on. When we got on our bus in  Las Vegas, the city teased me, making me wish I could stay, instead of  heading to the national parks of Utah. Instead, after a long bus drive, I  found I was slightly infatuated with the little town of Springdale, UT,  a tiny place with a population of less than 800. It had art galleries,  grocery stores, and shops with colorful rocks for tourists like me. My  room at the Quality Inn was comfortable, despite the smell of burned  cookies wafting down the hallway. The striking thing about Springdale  was that if you went outside, you looked up, and there was a vast  mountain range balanced above the desert terrain, made of beautiful red  and orange rock.
During the first afternoon, as part of the  hiking in Zion National Park, we took a solo walk through a lower part  of the park, and while walking along the clear water of the Virgin River  I had a couple up-close interactions with the nature there. I walked,  and I paused, and turning my head to the right, saw about six deer  calmly munching the plants on a small hillside next to me. My friend  declared she had a favorite deer, the closet one to the path. Another  classmate tried to befriend a squirrel on a rock, and because the  squirrel had no inclination to move, we managed to take a video of it.

It  was after this day spent in Zion that I realized I was homesick in an  unusual way. No, not for my family or house in San Francisco; I  discovered I was missing the natural “home” I had grown up with, almost  every summer. Yosemite has always held a special place in my heart, for  it’s astounding beauty, smells, and location, just outside Camp Mather,  where I used to go every summer with my family. By visiting Zion, with a  type of landscape I had never before experienced, I realized that when I  think of hiking or a national park, I envision Yosemite. In Bryce  Canyon the next day, I kept this in mind and tried to open myself to a  new kind of natural beauty, one made up of dramatic jagged red rocks,  plunging far down below me, which looked like coral castles. Walking  through mud and snow, with strong wind in my face, it felt like I was on  top of a whole kingdom.

Before departing for Las Vegas on  Thursday, the bus stopped in Zion once more, and we piled out for three  minutes of silence on a bridge over the river. I tried to get to the  trail beyond the bridge, but it was snowing and the mud on the ground  was so thick that I was literally skating in it- the mud stuck to my  hiking boots made me slide left and right. After petting the horses in  the nearby stables, I climbed back on the bus, off to Vegas.

Las  Vegas is a beautiful place in its own right, but after the sights just  witnessed, I think some of the intrigue fell a little flat. We stayed  the night at the Orleans hotel, and I ate fantastic falafel at Sababa, a  Kosher Israeli-run restaurant. That evening, some of my classmates went  off to the Paris Hotel, or bowling in the Orleans, but I opted for a  movie (Limitless - I don’t particularly recommend it) in the  multi-screen theater.

On Friday morning we trudged to the  airport, sad to head home. Once there we learned that our flight have  been cancelled, but rather than be upset I was excited because this  meant that I had more time to bond with this group I had already become  so close with. A group of us ended up staying an extra night, unable to  get a flight out, and I think I can speak for many of those people by  saying that this would be one of the highlights of the trip (who knew  buffet dinner at Caesar’s would make everyone so happy?). In the end,  postcard perfect views, city lights, and full bellies made for a  rewarding journey that I will never forget.
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