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Trouble in the Halls of Zion March is the best month to visit one of America's most popular national parks, and not just to dodge the crowds. Travel writer Rick Hudson explains why. Rick Hudson
You don't often think of Virgin and Las Vegas in the same breath, but a glance at a Nevada map shows that if you take the I-15 east out of the City of Conspicuous Bad Taste, you find yourself following the Virgin River upstream into southern Utah. After driving through sweeping passes and open plains, the river brings you finally to the little town of Springdale, at the entrance to Zion National Park.
If the American people may be accused of loving their parks to death, then Zion N.P. is currently in a stranglehold akin to the death-grip of a python. Consider the awful statistics. Last year, almost three million visitors poured into a valley just 10km (6 miles) long, and barely 500 paces wide at its broadest. That's over 5,000 vehicles per day in the summer months, fighting for just 480 parking spots.
The single lane road is so narrow there's nowhere to pull off, except in official parking spaces. And unless you stop, it's impossible to crane your neck back and appreciate the soaring red Navajo Sandstone walls that rise, in a thousand metre sweep, to the sky above, dwarfing everything around you.
But wait, all is not lost! During the winter months, Zion is not only open to private vehicles, it is less crowded (indeed, often deserted). The air is bracing, and a dusting of snow decorates the huge monoliths of rock and stone, creating a fairyland of enchantment quite unlike that offered just a few hours away in Vegas.
March is the best time. Snow still lingers on the top slopes, but the lower valley is clear, making walking doubly pleasurable. No one should visit the Canyon without making an effort to hike at least one of the cliff-hanging paths that were built during the post-Depression era, when gangs of laborers found employment in huge government-funded projects. We'll not see trails like those built ever again.
Even a short gain in height allows the real spectacle of Zion Canyon to be appreciated. The path grades are gentle, the zigzags many, the effort minimal, and the rewards wonderful.
If climbing ain't your thing, then drive to the end of the road (the Temple of Sinawava), where the valley is narrow enough for you to toss a pebble from one wall to the other. From the turnaround, a paved path leads 3km along the Riverside Walk to the Narrows.
Looking beyond, a shallow creek trickles towards you over smooth pebbles, and you might be fooled into thinking you were almost at the source of the Virgin River. Think again. The upper reaches of this insignificant river drain hundreds of square kilometres. A sudden rainstorm, falling unseen miles away, can produce a flash flood that thunders unexpectedly down these slot canyons, sweeping everything before it. In 2000, a party of 15 hikers from Europe drowned in this way.
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