Wade W.
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Wahweap Overlook. The spot where Lake Powell stretches out like a giant bathtub someone forgot to refill since the early 2000s, yet still manages to look stupidly gorgeous.
You roll up the hill and boom. The lake hits you with that perfect blue pretending everything is fine, while the surrounding rocks pose like they’re in some artsy magazine shoot. Reds and yellows everywhere, looking way too good for something that’s basically extremely fancy erosion.
Then there’s the crow. This feathery little chaos merchant keeps doing dramatic loops around you like it’s guarding the overlook from unsuspecting tourists. It puffs itself up, makes weird throat noises and stares at you with the confidence of someone who definitely has pecked a sandwich out of a backpack before. The bird brings full villain energy and honestly steals part of the show.
The whole place is simple. Drive up, step out, get hit with a wow and snap the inevitable photo. No gimmicks. No nonsense. Just pure scenery plus one crow auditioning for a role in your nightmares.
Solid stop. Totally worth it.