Sunday on Gooseberry Mesa was amazing. We slacked around in the morning so ended up riding later in the day. Winter afternoon low angle light and shadows had all the slickrock colors popping and the Zion cliffs glowing.
Zion seemed to loom larger than life above. Somewhat surreal.
We rode out to the point on the North Rim trail with a nuclear tailwind.
At the point the wind died and it was strangely/beautifully calm.
Then the wind flipped direction and we had a tailwind all the way back to the car. Whoohoo!!!
DH and I often bring surprise snacks on the trail for each other. I made this mashed yam, rice and secret spicy sauce mixture that was super yummy.