Bryce Canyon

After this airy delay, we reach Bryce Canyon in the late afternoon. Bryce is the park I found most suprising and fascinating.



These stone formations are called hoodoos, they are, as the other canyons, carved by water, creeks and metling snows.



We take a short walk into the canyon, between hoodoos and rock formations,



and a longer one along the rim (au bord de la falaise) watching the ever changing shapes as we walk around the amphitheater shape. This time the sun comes out from under the cloud, bringing out colors most beautifully.





We decide we've exhausted our bad luck of the day with the flat tire, and boldly head towards the only, small campground of the camp at 7pm, where, by some unexplained miracle, we find room for the night. We spend the evening reading by the fire.