Vegas, Baby! Part 2: The Gates of Zion

The day starts at first light when you're out in the wilderness. Actually who are we kidding, since Ryan joined the team the day starts at first light in Midtown Manhattan too.

Just like Daddy before his morning coffee. Luckily the Deep Creek Coffee Company proves that in this enlighten age (remember, this all occurred pre-November 8th) nowhere is too remote to set up an on-site roasting oven.

Grandpa, it's morning story time! Can you read me Volume 83, Issue 6 of Accounting Review again? That's my favorite Grandpa! A is for apple, accruals, and auditor specialization!

Team Cahan heading deep into The Narrows, the point where Zion Canyon narrows into a dramatic gorge framed by shear cliffs soaring a thousand feet into the sky. Sounds impressive until you realize there's a paved, wheelchair accessible path.

It's like Leaping Tiger Gorge, without the eggplant hot pot.

Come on Mommy, even my stroller could hike this trail!

It's like the Avenue of the Americas, the only thing missing is the halal cart.

Daddy, why are you named after this inanimate object? Same reason you're named after a street son, it sounded cool at the time and sleep deprivation does strange things to the mind.

Daddy, can we get one for Central Park? Sorry kid, De Blasio already spent all our tax dollars lining the taxi lobby's pockets.

The Emerald Pools Trail winds its way up the imposing canyon wall past a series of reflective pools that cling to the slope with the same tenacity that Ryan clings to a cracker.

Cahan, Cahan, and Cahan, 2016. "Discretionary Diaper Changes and Stink Management." Jooster Journal, 67 (1).

This whole National Park thing is even better than My Gym!

Final trail of the day, the epic Canyon Overlook Trail that skirts the edge of a series of gaping chasms before culminating in one of the all-time great National Park views.

A view so great that Ryan slept right through it. Typical New Yorker, if it's not in Manhattan it's not worth seeing.

Looks like a good landing spot for the Amazon drone. Failing that, there's always the old fashioned way to restock on a high mountain pass: cannibalism.

You think you're surefooted? Well I just did it with a baby carrier, beat that.

When you're used to measuring things in blocks and a long-haul is anything more than four subway stops the distances out West take some getting used to. When they said Grand Staircase National Monument they weren't talking about the stairs up to the Apple Store in Grand Central were they?

That's how Daddy felt after the drive too. Next stop, the hoodoos of Bryce Canyon National Park.