Hiking In Zion National Park (Safety Not Included)
This past holiday weekend, one of my good friends suggested we go for a hike in Zion National Park. The entire conversation went something like this:
Them: “Hey, let’s go chill with the trees and stuff.”
Me: “OK”
Looking back, I probably shouldn’t have been so glib about it. I hadn’t really been outside in nature for years (unless we’re counting the pool parties at the Hard Rock). To say I wasn’t really prepared for what was to come would be a drastic understatement.
The Bus To Zion: A Shuttle Into The Mouth of Hell
Throwing any rational fears out the window, I climbed on the bus to go to the Zion trail head. As it’s winding through what I assume are trees, with air conditioning blasting, I’m thinking “this isn’t so bad”. Even the guys behind me having an ego contest about who’s the best hiker is making me laugh – because let’s be honest, no matter how much Patagonia you’re wearing, it’s still just walking…. right?
Just about then, this pert 20-something year old, wearing her official ranger uniform, jumps up and pulls out a mic. Great! I’m thinking, we’ve got a DJ! But no. No killer jams. Just fear. And death. Our tour guide starts pointing out 150 ways to die and pairing them with trailheads, like some demented sommelier.
Zion Tour Guide: “This trail is known to host aggressive squirrels, DO NOT feed them.”
Never mind that her eyes are glowing red at that moment and I’m having visions of killer gremlins. She goes on to tell us to be wary, particularly if they’re frothing at the mouth. I don’t know about you, but I generally give a wide berth to anything remotely that crazy (my ex not withstanding).
Needless to say, this was just the beginning. Goth Barbie had a lot to say during our trip. Basically, all disclaimers aside, nature truly does want to kill us.
Next Stop: Narrow Waters And Killer Crawlers
Now, it used to be that you could drive through Utah’s Zion National Park, tunes blasting, windows down. But now you have to ride a tour bus – an air-conditioned flotilla with all the charm of your doctors waiting room (and twice as many disclaimers).
Zion Tour Guide: “This next stop is called the narrows because it’s a very thin canyon.”
Me (thinking to myself): “Well that sounds nice”.
Zion Tour Guide: “If a rainstorm comes up suddenly, climb the sides, do whatever you can to get to high ground, as a flash flood can result in death.”
HUH?? I look down at my Shrek PJ pants and slip-on Vans I wore to work this morning and think to myself – “is this really the corpse I want to leave behind?” I tell my friend that trail is a definite “pass” because, let’s face it, as DJs that sit on our ass every day neither of us can either a) run or b) climb.
We agree to wait for the next one.
Zion Tour Guide: “If you plan to disembark at this trailhead, please be cautious of the tarantulas.”
Me (to my friend): “What did she just say?”
Zion Tour Guide: “…particularly if the tarantula points his butt at you”.
Me: Wait. What?? Why?? OMG, what is this fresh hell??
Zion Tour Guide: “When threatened, a tarantula will rub his legs on his abdomen and sharp hairs, and then fire darts from his ass”.
At this point, I’ve tuned out. My head is screaming: “OMG DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I WANT TO WALK AROUND LOOKING FOR SPIDER ASS TO EXPLODE DARTS INTO MY EYES?? THIS IS FUN TO YOU??”
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I look back at the Patagonia crowd. They’re all nodding sagely, gathering their gear to go off and play with these death-farting arachnids. Now I know why they think hiking is a sport – this is like NASCAR… if the cars were allowed to drive themselves and they hated humans.
At this point, I’m done. This is not happening. Thank you so much for the bus ride, but let’s get the hell out of here, find a nice dive restaurant between here and Vegas, and catch salmonella – or run into a meth dealing motorcycle gang – both perfectly acceptable risks when you live in the state of Nevada.