I have two white, fluffy snowballs that pass for dogs. I won’t share their names with you, because they’re too embarrassing, but I will tell you they were named after breakfast cereals. They are both miniature American Eskimos and can do all kinds of tricks, as long as you have a treat (or say you have a treat; they’re easy to fool). My dogs make great traveling companions, but it is nigh impossible to find accommodations for them sometimes, which is understandable, considering some people are allergic to them and others are simply cat people. Most of the time, my wife and I end up leaving them with a family member and we go have adventures on our own, but this last weekend turned into a real treat for my two small abominable snowmen.
Since the National Parks’ entrance fees were zilch this last week, my wife and I loaded our camping gear into the back of our Jeep and headed down to Southern Utah on Friday afternoon. Our dogs were ecstatic to be thrown in the car with blankets, firewood and a tent.
The temperature didn’t improve as we neared Beaver like we had hoped; in fact, it got colder. We wanted to avoid paying extra pet fees at a hotel, so we drove up Beaver Canyon and found a little spot off the road to sleep for the night. None of the campgrounds were open yet, and it was pretty chilly (mid 30s), but we were fine turning the back of our Jeep into a makeshift bed. It was a tad bit cramped, but the dogs loved it. They’re happiest when they’re snuggled up next to us. We had to keep shoving them out of the way during the night as we vied for comfort. It’s probably a good thing they were trying to snuggle, because it got colder as the night wore on, and we were all glad to have a warm body to get next to.
Morning arrived and we continued on our journey toward Bryce Canyon. We had done a little research and discovered that pets are allowed into the National Parks. With “pets,” I assume that dogs are the main animal falling into this category, though I imagine there are quite a few people who take their cats everywhere with them. I’m sure there are plenty of other folks who take their ferrets or iguanas or parrots with them. I wonder if the park rangers would let you in with a lion as long as you clarified that the lion is your pet. Might be fun to find out. Anyone have a lion?
There were a few restrictions that we had to observe while visiting the National Parks with our dogs: the dogs could not run around like ruffians, rather had to be on leashes and kept away from the main areas of attraction; we couldn’t leave them in the car by themselves; and they couldn’t be nuisances. My dogs didn’t care that they couldn’t enjoy the park as much as pet-less human beings; they were happy to be along for the ride, judging by the tongues hanging out of their mouths as we drove by the beautiful, pink cliffs in Bryce Canyon.
We spent a good four hours in Bryce, and then we headed down to Zion National Park, where it was considerably warmer (in the low 70s). In Zion, there was one trail that we could take our dogs on, called the Pa’rus Trail. It’s one of the easiest hikes in Zion, and for good reason: it’s paved and flat. Well, it’s flat for at least the first mile. That’s as far as we got before I turned to my wife and said, “I didn’t come all this way to walk along a paved path. Let’s go do some real adventuring.” We enjoyed driving through Zion, but we will have to go another time when our dogs are staying with someone else. I really wanted to hike some of the trails and see more of the park that is accessible only by shuttle. Next time we go, we’ll most likely purchase an annual pass to the National Parks and other federally managed areas of interest. It’s only $80 for unlimited access to the National Parks, Forests and Monuments, compared to the regular $25 fee each visit to one National Park. And if you’re a senior citizen, it’s only $10 for the year.
After leaving Zion, it was about 4 pm, and we decided to go find another free camping area. Luckily, we had a Utah atlas that indicated where many of the camping areas in the state are located. We drove right to a secluded camping area near Leeds, Utah (around mile marker 23 on I-15) and set up our tent and got a fire going. Our dogs were having the time of their relatively short lives as they ran about exploring every tree, bush and rock. It was nice to enjoy the warmth and solitude of Southern Utah, and it was even nicer to have two dogs that warned us of any suspected danger. At one point, I think the dogs saved us from the trouble of having camping neighbors. There is nothing worse than finding the perfect camping spot and then a carload of hooligans pulls up and sets up their camp. Anyway, a couple of cars slowly approached our campsite, eyeing a juicy bit of flat ground and a finely crafted fire pit, but at the sight of the dogs they continued on their way. Somehow my dogs knew that we needed some peace and quiet and they made sure we had it. My dogs will be on every camping trip I ever go on.
The temperature didn’t improve as we neared Beaver like we had hoped; in fact, it got colder. We wanted to avoid paying extra pet fees at a hotel, so we drove up Beaver Canyon and found a little spot off the road to sleep for the night. None of the campgrounds were open yet, and it was pretty chilly (mid 30s), but we were fine turning the back of our Jeep into a makeshift bed. It was a tad bit cramped, but the dogs loved it. They’re happiest when they’re snuggled up next to us. We had to keep shoving them out of the way during the night as we vied for comfort. It’s probably a good thing they were trying to snuggle, because it got colder as the night wore on, and we were all glad to have a warm body to get next to.
Morning arrived and we continued on our journey toward Bryce Canyon. We had done a little research and discovered that pets are allowed into the National Parks. With “pets,” I assume that dogs are the main animal falling into this category, though I imagine there are quite a few people who take their cats everywhere with them. I’m sure there are plenty of other folks who take their ferrets or iguanas or parrots with them. I wonder if the park rangers would let you in with a lion as long as you clarified that the lion is your pet. Might be fun to find out. Anyone have a lion?
There were a few restrictions that we had to observe while visiting the National Parks with our dogs: the dogs could not run around like ruffians, rather had to be on leashes and kept away from the main areas of attraction; we couldn’t leave them in the car by themselves; and they couldn’t be nuisances. My dogs didn’t care that they couldn’t enjoy the park as much as pet-less human beings; they were happy to be along for the ride, judging by the tongues hanging out of their mouths as we drove by the beautiful, pink cliffs in Bryce Canyon.
We spent a good four hours in Bryce, and then we headed down to Zion National Park, where it was considerably warmer (in the low 70s). In Zion, there was one trail that we could take our dogs on, called the Pa’rus Trail. It’s one of the easiest hikes in Zion, and for good reason: it’s paved and flat. Well, it’s flat for at least the first mile. That’s as far as we got before I turned to my wife and said, “I didn’t come all this way to walk along a paved path. Let’s go do some real adventuring.” We enjoyed driving through Zion, but we will have to go another time when our dogs are staying with someone else. I really wanted to hike some of the trails and see more of the park that is accessible only by shuttle. Next time we go, we’ll most likely purchase an annual pass to the National Parks and other federally managed areas of interest. It’s only $80 for unlimited access to the National Parks, Forests and Monuments, compared to the regular $25 fee each visit to one National Park. And if you’re a senior citizen, it’s only $10 for the year.
After leaving Zion, it was about 4 pm, and we decided to go find another free camping area. Luckily, we had a Utah atlas that indicated where many of the camping areas in the state are located. We drove right to a secluded camping area near Leeds, Utah (around mile marker 23 on I-15) and set up our tent and got a fire going. Our dogs were having the time of their relatively short lives as they ran about exploring every tree, bush and rock. It was nice to enjoy the warmth and solitude of Southern Utah, and it was even nicer to have two dogs that warned us of any suspected danger. At one point, I think the dogs saved us from the trouble of having camping neighbors. There is nothing worse than finding the perfect camping spot and then a carload of hooligans pulls up and sets up their camp. Anyway, a couple of cars slowly approached our campsite, eyeing a juicy bit of flat ground and a finely crafted fire pit, but at the sight of the dogs they continued on their way. Somehow my dogs knew that we needed some peace and quiet and they made sure we had it. My dogs will be on every camping trip I ever go on.