lots of rocks

I'm not sure if it is due to their lack of police funding or their excellent scense of humor, but Glendale, Utah and their surrounding towns have decided to randomly place police cruisers and broncos on the sides of streets with their radars on full blast and in the front seat, none other than a dummy. No lie, we have seen 5 so far. The first took a while to figure out, we couldnt get over the fact that the 'sheriff' sat in the same spot throughout the day and night without anything else to do!

Saturday we decided to explore the national parks that Utah is known for, Zion and Bryce Canyon. First up was Zion National Park. To be environmentally righteous, they have decided to not allow cars on their scenic loop and instead force everyone onto a shuttle, everyone, that is except those who have dogs. So we were only able to do a quick scenic drive through the road that passes through. Despite the fact that some of the hikes would have been cool, I sucked up the fact that I wouldnt have the chance to walk among the rattlesnakes after seeing that the park rangers, whose jobs were solely to direct traffic, wore guns. A 45 minute car ride is enough to view the large cliffs and endless rock.

From there we drove to Bryce Canyon National Park, which had miles worth of amazing views. The park protects miles of land with rocks, which have been formed into 'hoodoos' from the erosion. We were able to drive to each viewpoint and get some great pictures.

Later that night, we decided to try one of the 6 restaurants located within 26 miles of our campground, the 'Buffalo Bistro'. The place was described as an 'exotic bbq' so we went on in. The atmosphere of this place was almost indescribable. From the drunken pictures on the wall, to the cowboy artifacts, to the alpaca wool homemade hats made and sold by our waitress, the place was eccentric as they come. The owner cooked all of the meat to order on the large grill outside and the one waitress ran around like crazy. They served everything from Buffalo and rattlesnake sausage to Rocky Mountain Oysters, where the menu states 'sometimes you just feel like a nut'. We got buffalo wings as an appetizer, which were so hot, Marc claimed he may have came down with Chlamydia. The entrees were pretty good too. For our beers, we had some local brews called 'polygamy porter', which had the slogan on the glass, 'you cant have just one'.