I had this on my old blog, but I've been thinking about it so I decided to post it here.
In 2011, I played the Honest Hearts dlc for Fallout New Vegas. I was captivated by what the creators of the game tried to convey in the scenery of Zion, the Grand Staircase, and Bryce canyon. I knew of Zion and spent a lot of time in the California desert growing up. But something captivated me. Something about the beauty of this area spoke to me in my core. I never forgot it. For the scenery only, Honest Hearts was always my favorite dlc.
For years after, lots of friends tried to get me on a trip to Zion. It never felt accessible. I carried a full schedule of post apocalyptic events and cons, I ran a camp for a few years, and organized an event of our own. Finally, free from most events, my wife and their best friend wanted to get together and camp. Earlier this year Zion was where they chose to go.
Standing in the park filled me with emotion, and I teared up and cried at the base of The Narrows. This was it. This is Zion. A place formed over millions of years. One of the most beautiful places on earth and I lived to see it.
