Winding through the towering sandstone cliffs of Zion National Park, the journey felt like stepping into a cathedral of stone and sky. Hiking the Narrows, I waded through the cool, rushing waters of the Virgin River, dwarfed by sheer canyon walls that rose high above me. Atop Angels Landing, the world stretched endlessly beneath my feet, the sheer drop-offs both exhilarating and humbling. Camping beneath a blanket of stars, the scent of juniper and the distant echo of the river made the wilderness feel alive. As the first light of dawn painted the cliffs in soft pinks and golds, I knew Zion was a place I would never forget.