Writing Inspiration from Bryce Hoodoos
Fishing and the Hoodoos
I am on a fishing trip in Southern Utah. Hmm. The fishing has been lousy, but at least I did not get skunked. The first four “great fly fishing creeks” were a bust, either lack of access or over fished (creek banks well trampled). Well that is my excuse. But I did finally find a stretch of river worth fishing—nine browns between 12 and 14 inches. Not bad considering the brush and strong winds.
But what does fishing have to do with hoodoos? Well the fishing was what brought me past the entrance to Bryce Canyon National Park. After a morning of fishing I decided to stop by and visit the hoodoos. I drove up to Natural Bridge, and WOW! There was a parking place!
A Hoodoo Mind-Tale
Natural Bridge forms a large doorway down into the canyon, a doorway for the march of the hoodoos. The march takes place in the dead of night when no one is watching, while in the light of day hoodoos stand guard near the opening. I guess they are there to make sure no humans enter the realm of mind-warp beyond.