In 1992, I took my sailplane down to Parowan, Utah for a soaring adventure. While there, several of us pilots toured the local sites which included Bryce Canyon. We wanted to see from the ground that we flew over each day racing from cloud to cloud and mesmerized by the terrain beneath our wings. The cameras were better this trip when Linda and I revisited the Parks. She had seen several on her own when traveling with Brad and Denise years ago. While many enhancements to accommodate millions of visitors each year had been made, the allure is just as intense.