Seen from above, the aspect of Zion is wholly different. Instead of a
relatively straight and orderly canyon dominantly red in color, it
becomes a fantastic maze of white and variegated buttes and cones. Mr.
Hal G. Evarts thus described in _The Saturday Evening Post_ his
impressions from the West Rim:
“It seemed that we gazed out across some vast oriental city that
stretched away for a dozen miles. Scores of gaudy mosques and tinted
towers, striped citadels topped by flat-roof gardens rose in countless
tiers from this congested, painted metropolis.... And the coloring!
Imagine a tremendous city of spires and turrets ..., its buildings
catching every dazzling reflection of the sunset.... There were soft
apricot and salmon tints, vague pinks and creams; lemon blending into
deepest orange, ... with here and there a haunting suggestion of pale
mauve. Brilliant red spires stood beside domes of ivory white. In many
of these fairy structures the stratifications pitched so abruptly as to
lend a spiralling, barber-pole effect....”
And Zion Canyon is but a part of Zion National Park.
[Illustration: _The Painted Buttresses of Cedar Breaks_]