My dad of course pets the tree, because it was a fir tree.
The rock was bright pink/orange. It was so pretty//The hike had two cool cabins built by some random guys.
He wouldn’t take a photo.
The only proof I went on the hike. Zac took this when I wasn’t paying attention in the car.
The red rock reflected in the water was so pretty.
I realized on this hike the textures in nature are beautiful. Also, I realized there is no way you could not believe in God. He obviously hand-painted these rocks in Zion & created this world beautifully.