From LVSportsbiz.com
By Alan Snel
Heaven is a mere three hours from Las Vegas.
I’ll get to the punch line quick here — it’s bicycling Zion National Park in southwest Utah, a heavenly piece of nature that wows, inspires and drops jaws with its to-the-sky walls of rock, are-you-kidding Angels Landing trail, The Narrows and its dramatic, steep red cliffs. And yes, it’s only three hours of driving from Las Vegas.
On August 27, 2022, Anna and I drove to Zion. And here is our story.
We left Las Vegas very early. As in 3AM early and we rumbled along Interstate 15 north of Mesquite when Anna caught a nap.
She draped a sheet over her head and the Shroud of Anna was snoozing nicely as the first light of the day edged its way above the eastern horizon in St. George.
The Shroud was up and at ’em when we drove through Springdale, the doorstep into Zion, and waited only five minutes to enter the park at 7 AM.
Anna is a mountain bike ninja, but we pedaled road bicycles on the floor road of the Virgin River valley.
Photo by Danika Perkinson on Unsplash
