How many times have my feet taken these same steps? How many times before have I sat on this same cliff and contemplated the majesty of this same view? To tell you the truth, I have no idea. Zion is different for me every time. I have traveled with so many people, created so many new experiences, laughed so hard it hurt, walked so many miles my feet started bleeding (thank you West Rim), cried tears of joy, slept under stars, woken up to the pinkest sunrises of my life. But what I think about the most is remarkable and genuine relationships I have fostered here, with people and earth alike. Maybe because I feel like my most authentic self here, surrounded by this unique scenery.