If offered a chance to go to Zion National Park for free, most people would whole-heartedly accept. I am definitely not one of those people. In fact, there is a large list of things I would rather do than go there again. My sole experience with the park is both one of my hardest trials and greatest accomplishments.
July was when my priest quorum had decided to do our annual high adventure, which is basically when a scout group spends a week in the woods for fun. My bishop had decided we would go down to Zion National Park, as “there were many adventurous outdoor opportunities that were prime for the conquering by us energetic youngsters”. Utah is not a place I'm particularly fond of, so I was not overly thrilled when I found out we were spending time in a car to go to Utah on purpose, but I figured it wouldn’t be terrible. What’s the worst that could happen? If only I had known.
The day we had decided to leave, we all met at Bishop’s house at seven in the morning, piled all of our gear into the trailers, and separated into two vehicles. In Bishop’s truck was Wyatt, Caden,…show more content… After hiking and sweating rivers all day, it sounded heavenly. As it turned out, Refrigerator Canyon wasn’t cooler than the surrounding area, but actually hotter. The name Refrigerator Canyon was a lie, and to this day, I refer to it as Toaster Canyon. Physical, mental, and emotional exhaustion enveloped me, as at this point that I was running completely on a desire to stop moving. I sprinted the last two miles, just so I could stop moving sooner. After I reached the bus stop that would take us back to our campsite, I laid on the ground and cried on the inside, until everyone else caught up. The bus took us back to the campsite and we spent the rest of the day lounging around. We drove home the next day, and I slept for twenty-three hours
