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Zion's National Monument

I've never liked scrapbooking. I could never really get into all the cutting, pasting, and spending so much money for one page. Not to mention, who would really want to look at all my creative die cuts? 

Good news. I didn't cut out a single picture or die (cut). Now humor me and allow me to introduce you to Zion's National Monument. I know that it looks like some postcards you may have seen but it's not. It is truly magnificent. Photos can not do it justice.

First, let's get this one out of the way. This is called "Chimney Rock." The circle indicates where the mountain climber is. S/he is the one highest on the mountain. Directly below are two more. Apparently, the point is to reach the top and sleep in a hammock. They will not summit (verb) before nightfall. They will be sleeping on the cliff face.
This is a wild turkey hen. They are all over the park.
This is just a really good looking family I saw on one of the hikes. 


Ever notice that cameras make you look different than what you imagine yourself to look like?
This is how you know it was a successful trip
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  1. LisaApril 7, 2010 at 10:49 PM

    So glad that someone else out there doesn't like to scrapbook. Solidarity sister!

    Your trip looks great. I love Zions.

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  2. M-CatApril 8, 2010 at 10:57 AM

    I too, hate scrapbooking!
    The trip looks great and I love Zion's!

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  3. JoanApril 8, 2010 at 6:49 PM

    I LOVE scrapbooking and want more die cuts since I used a machine last night to try out. Can we still be friends?

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  4. Lisa Page RosenbergApril 10, 2010 at 9:01 AM

    If by "scrapbooking" you mean jamming photos into an overflowing file box since my kid was born, then I'm really into scrapbooking.

    Beautiful family and giant rock thingies. (Are you really shrimpy or is Mr. Taylor a giant?)

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