After a warm day in the lower canyons of the Escalante, we headed for the upper reaches of the desert at Bryce. They call it a canyon, but it's really a mountain ridge with the side eroded into a complicated, orange mess of hoodoos and rocky corridors. "Hell of a place to lose a cow," sez every tourist brochure. This is looking over the edge. We hit the perfect day: it had snowed four inches the night before, and cleared into a deep blue sky. The dusting of snow brought out the colors and the countours. We put on the snow shoes and headed into the hoodoos.
