Twenty miles and three thousand feet beyond the crowds and lines of Bryce Canyon, lies Kodachrome State Park. Hidden by three walls with several hoodoos standing as sentinels, this little park is little known and little visited. I stayed at this gem one lonely weekend in late October. When people heard I was camping in Kodachrome, their response was, “Where?”
Dwarfed by its more popular cousin Bryce to the north, this place seemed occupied by two kinds of people: those who stumbled on it accidentally and those who stumbled on it years ago and kept coming back. I will be coming back. Named for its photographic beauty by the National Geographic Society, bring a nice camera with tons of memory.