I arrived in Cedar City during the Shakespearean Festival. I didn't know that it was on, so you can imagine my confusion when I drove down a main street where everyone was dressed in doublet and hose or long dresses and tall pointy hats with veils. As far as I knew, this was how the good folks of Cedar City always spent their weekends. I didn't say anything about it. And no one mentioned it to me.
Why was I in Cedar City? I was heading north from the fabulous sedimentary geology of Arizona on my way to the wild volcanic geology of Idaho. Zion Canyon was on the way.
I love geology. I don't know much about it. As with Uluru, I'll let the pictures of Zion National Park do the talking.
