day 32—bryce, bryce, blog

We started the morning winding through Bryce Canyon, watching the hoodoos catch fire in the early light. The cold nipped at my cheeks, but the landscape was enough to make me forget. Layers of red and orange rock stacked like ancient sculptures, frozen in time.

By the afternoon, we arrived at Zion, where we’d spend the next few days exploring the canyon walls towering above us, radiating against the blue sky. Their immense size made me feel as if we were entering a sacred place that existed long before us and would endure long after.

We stopped for a short hike, lured in by a wall of icicles clinging to the red rock like nature’s chandelier. Some were as thick as my wrist, others thin as needles, all catching the sunlight in a way that turned them into a shimmering, frozen curtain.

At the end of the day, I felt inspired to write beyond my daily journals, so I created this blog:Van Gogh Go.

A space to remind myself why we’re doing this in the first place.

I’m not looking to turn it into something profitable or polished. Instead, I want it to be a playground—a place to write freely, document our travels , and improve my writing by simply doing it.

To tell the story as we live it.