Okay ... NOW we're at Inspiration Point ...

This Overlook is actually three overlooks, each one a steeper climb from the last one and, at 8100 ft, we were really huffing and puffing by the time we reached the highest one. During the course of our time at Inspiration Point, we chatted with a lovely couple from North Dakota, a woman from Nebraska who now runs a motel at Flathead Lake in Montana and a couple from Germany. We have been amazed at the number of European visitors we've encountered here ... the manager of our RV park told us that the Dutch really love Bryce Canyon. And one of the highlights of our day came when we passed a line of about a dozen older Japanese ladies all smiling, nodding and saying "Hello!"

Our next stop took us to the large parking area kinda, sorta between Sunrise and Sunset Points ... as usual, we went backward, starting at Sunset Point ...

We learned that Bryce Canyon has one of the largest concentration of hoodoos in the country ...  the difference between hoodoos and spires is that hoodoos have a variable thickness often described as a "totem pole-shaped body." A spire, on the other hand, has a more smooth profile that tapers from the ground upward. I still think they look like space rocks. From the rim, we could see people walking on the Navajo Loop hiking trail below ...

Isn't this cool? From here, we walked along the rim ... about a mile ... to Sunrise Point, where we saw more hikers ...

On one of the informational signs along the way, we saw the most interesting story ... a Paiute Indian Legend ...

Before there were any Indians, the Legend People, To-when-an-ung-wa, lived in that place. There were many of them. They were of many kinds - birds, animals, lizards, and such things - but they looked like people ... For some reason, the Legend People in that place were bad. Because they were bad, Coyote turned them all into rocks. You can see them in that place now; all turned into rocks; some standing in rows, some sitting down, some holding onto others. You can see their faces, with paint on them just as they were before they became rocks ..." Don't you just love that story?