The style of road trip that I subscribe to is surprisingly laissez-faire, especially for someone who spends as much time worrying about things out of my control as I do. Essentially, it's this: Drive, then figure out the rest when I get there.
Owing to the vastness and environmental diversity of California, it's easy to forget that there are just as many incredible places in just as “short” a drive if you wander out-of-state. There's some mental barrier in the made-up boundaries of place, and crossing state lines makes distances feel somehow farther (a thought exercise: Imagine being asked where you were last weekend and answering somewhere a state over instead of where you are now—feels huge, doesn’t it?).
Enter: Zion National Park, one of the United States’ foremost natural wonders—and surprisingly roughly the same distance from Los Angeles as Yosemite. Yet I rarely hear of folks heading there from LA. Recently though, my friend Jenn and I decided to spend four days in the park and its surrounding areas. I’ve been a few times, but mostly by myself and mostly before I had any confidence or interest in hiking. So this time would be different.