Jason and I needed a break this fall, and a break is exactly what we got in an excursion to Cedar Breaks and Brian Head with a sister. When you get to take a break to a break, you know it’s going to be good.

Jason and I stopped at Parowan Gap on the way to Brian Head. There, an impressive array of petroglyphs has accumulated from different cultures over more than 1000 years, including the Fremont, Paiute, and Hopi. Although Parowan Gap is just a few minutes off I-15, we had never even heard of it until this trip. If you are passing through Utah by way of I-15, this is a great quick detour near Parowan.

The next morning, we began our adventuring in earnest. We rented a six-seat UTV, a Ranger Crew 1000, and headed skyward. We rode it up to the Twisted Forest Trail in Ashdown Gorge and then took to our feet. The Twisted Forest Trail wanders through sparse bristlecone pines atop white and ginger streaked hillsides to a dramatic precipice.

Bristlecone pines are one of the oldest organisms in the world and are only found in six states. They can live over 5,000 years in harsh high-elevation climates. Between their fascinating figures and the views along the dizzying ridgeline, we didn’t mind undertaking this mile-long trek twice to allow a missing member of our group to also enjoy it.

After a double take of the Twisted Forest, we drove our UTV to the crest of High Mountain, which offered extensive outlooks on Cedar Breaks from its hidden backside.

The next day, we hiked at 10,000 feet above hoodoos, fins, arches, and gulches in Cedar Breaks National Monument. At Cedar Breaks, iron and manganese have been shaped by ice, wind, and faults over millions of years to create some of nature’s most exquisite geographic art. A couple of the kids in our group had never been to Cedar Breaks making the Ramparts Trail to Spectra Point and the Ramparts Overlook a must. Although this is probably the most popular path in the monument, it feels uncharacteristically hazardous for a standard route with no rails in most places and a 2,000-foot drop-off unnervingly close.

We added another dash of adventure to our trek with an extra spur from the Ramparts Overlook to Bartizan Arch, a new route for all of us. In total, we only rambled about five miles, but we worked hard for those steps. Wind whipped about us with gusts up to 50 MPH, and our elevation changed over 1,200 feet. When you are already at 10,000 feet, a little elevation gain goes a long way.

Our trip passed fast, and soon it was time to go home. However, we weren’t ready to relinquish just yet. We let the leisure linger a little with a hike to Hidden Haven Waterfall, just a 1.4-mile undertaking. The journey to this cascade comes with a little scrambling and creek hopping, but it is easy enough for all ages.

Afterward, we went to Yankee Meadows Reservoir for a picnic. I can’t say I’d recommend that area currently. It was badly burned by a fire in 2017. While it is starting to regrow, there are more cowpies and charred bark than living plants at this point.

Our little break to a large break held impactful scenery and a big impact on sanity. Yes, in case you are wondering, there is still a world outside your walls, and it continues to be magnificent.

Jason and I had numerous vacations planned before some tiny bug shook the planet. All those trips got canceled, except for one. The lone survivor was an outing to Granby, Colorado. Originally, we were going to travel to Granby with a large portion of my family. While this vacation survived COVID, what endured was a mangled version of the initial plan missing many of our loved ones. Still, we got to leave our house for a few days and visit with a sister. At this point, that’s like winning a trip to the moon on a 24-carat spaceship stuffed with cotton candy and waffles. Here’s how our waffle-filled space excursion went.

Preparing for vacations can be a bit stressful. COVID adds extra layers to that stress. I call these COVID Concerns. You worry about coming down with something right before you leave and having to cancel your trip. You imagine you can’t taste all the artificial flavorings on your potato chips or that your throat feels a tiny bit off. Fortunately, at some point these apprehensions become forgotten amongst the thrill of exiting your home.

Even when thrilling, the drive to Granby from Utah is long enough to exhaust, seven or eight hours. It doesn’t really make sense that not moving for hours and hours would make you tired, but sense or no sense, we arrived at our destination pooped.

We put that poop aside the next day and went on a four-mile hike to Strawberry Lake. Trail apps and reviews led us to believe this route would be moderately trafficked, but we only saw a couple groups on the way up and back. Thank you, apps, for making our experience better than our expectations.

We found Strawberry Lake remarkable in a few ways. A significant portion of its surface was covered in water lilies, some of them adorned with large yellow blooms. Even more unusual was the floating plant fen encircling it, a ring of drifting flora. This rare growth is made possible when peat and plant debris become bound by the roots of living plants, a process that requires the perfect conditions and at least 1000 years. One careless step can cause damage only centuries will repair. Hence, Jason and I walked dutifully around to the far side of the lake while it rained on us to get near the water’s edge without encountering any part of the fen. Between that detour and our many photo stops, it took us 4.5 hours to complete this hike. The pleasing path to Strawberry Lake only disappointed in one aspect. Reviews claimed wildflowers were plentiful along its way. We did see some, but after Eagle Point, their numbers were underwhelming.

Before returning to Granby, we made a short stop at Monarch Lake. Monarch Lake is professed to be one of the most striking lakes in Colorado and also one of the most crowded. Since it was near dusk, most visitors had dispersed for the day, but the locations of the remaining parked cars told of a recently overflowing lot. The lake was pretty, but we actually preferred Strawberry’s quirky floating quagmires and lily pads to Monarch’s standard beauty.

The next morning, we spent some time observing birds at the Windy Gap Wildlife Viewing Area. There, a quarter-mile trail offers outlooks on a reservoir, which is home to cranes, pelicans, geese, ospreys, and eagles. While it was fun to watch the birds, a busy sphinx moth proved the most captivating entertainer.

That afternoon, we met up with a sister we hadn’t seen since 2019 because of 2020’s temperament. At State Forest State Park, probably one of the worst-named state parks we’ve visited, we took the American Lakes Trail past Michigan Lakes to Thunder Pass. Thunder Pass reaches 11,360 feet and is a backdoor into Rocky Mountain National Park. There you’ll find no entry booths or rowdy tourists just gorgeous valleys and imposing peaks. Total miles? About 10. Total moose? About 10. On a sad note, a fire started in this pristine area roughly a week after our visit due to a discharging firearm. That fire has since burned over 100,000 acres, and this lovely spot is likely little more than rock and ash at this point.

Before heading home the next day, we commenced one more hike. Clearly, a hiking deficit was the reason behind that decision. The top of Ninemile Mountain was our goal. Luckily, summiting Ninemile Mountain only requires a couple miles of hiking. Why the name then? I have no idea.

This trip was an effective antidote to the tedium of COVID. Positivity propagates where mountains and sisters meet. I came home with a giant blister on my toe, a swollen ankle, an angry heel, a content smile, and of course prized memories of eating cotton candy on the moon.