The Arches National Park, which came highly recommended to us (thanks, Kent!), was perhaps even more beautiful than the Grand Canyon. We took a pretty serious hike up one of the hills to watch the sunset. When we took a break, I sat down next to Brick and noticed a safety pin at the bottom of his pant leg. "Brick," I asked, "are you wearing pants that need to be dry cleaned?" His answer: "Well, I feel like if we're in God's country, I should dress like I'm going to church."
Ah, the idling tour vans: