Our first day in Arches wowed us with nature’s splendor and the phenomenal discovery of these gravity-defying works of natural art.
Our second day revealed to us the remarkable playground of the Fiery Furnace and saw us delve deeper into the park.
But the third day? The adage says “third time’s the charm,” but that assumes prior failure. While that might have been somewhat true in our quest for sunrise, the remainder of our days were anything but disappointing.
Nevertheless, our last day in Arches was absolutely the most incredible, by far. Who knew each day could just get progressively better? But somehow, it did.
And as much as I love the English language, I struggle to confine this truly remarkable experience to inadequate, paltry words.