We’ve finally moved on from our stay in Saint George. We had other plans for where to wander next, but a late winter cold front dropped snow to the valley and convinced us that we should avoid the high routes east. Instead we booked two nights in Springdale, the small town at the entrance to Zion National Park, and had the rare experience of seeing Zion in the snow.
If we were tough like Greg we could have broken out the bikes and ridden them through the park in the snow. But we aren’t so tough, and the bikes were buried under all our other junk anyway. So we walked, which was as awesome as you can imagine. Colorful too!