Western Wanderlust Chronicles

Day 3: Reaching New Heights: A Serene Journey to Observation Point in Zion

A Gentle Path Through Zion’s Secret Forest

Our adventure to Observation Point began along the East Mesa Trail, with the sun already climbing steadily above the horizon, casting a golden light across the landscape. The East Mesa Trail welcomed us with a serene, inviting atmosphere. The scent of pine and earth filled my lungs as we set foot on the path, surrounded by towering ponderosa pines whose rusty bark stood out against the bright blue sky. There was a calmness that enveloped us—a sense of stepping away from the noise of everyday life into a peaceful sanctuary.

The East Mesa Trail was subtle, unassuming, and wonderfully tranquil. There were no crowds, no rushing footsteps—just the rhythmic crunch of the sandy, rocky ground beneath our boots, the occasional chirp of a bird from the treetops, and the faint rustle of wind through the pine needles. With each step, I felt more connected to the landscape, soaking in the stillness that the forest offered. It was the perfect beginning, allowing us to fully appreciate the beauty of the journey.

The Trail Less Traveled, Richly Rewarded

The East Mesa Trail offered a gentle ascent that didn’t test my limits but instead invited me to fully enjoy the beauty of Zion at a slower pace. The path itself was surprisingly wide and comfortably flat, making it accessible to anyone seeking a less strenuous way to experience Zion’s grandeur. Much of the trail was sandy, with occasional rocky stretches, all surrounded by the earthy scent of pine that awakened my senses. Walking this trail with Bill was the perfect reminder that sometimes it’s not the difficulty of the climb that matters, but the joy of being present in the moment.

Mystery Canyon Revisited

Along the way, we were treated to a stunning aerial view of Mystery Canyon—an experience that immediately brought back memories of our adventure there two years ago. From above, Mystery Canyon felt like a secret world hidden between the cliffs, and it was incredible to remember the thrilling scramble, the echo of our voices, and the rush of exploring its twists and turns. Seeing it now, from so high above, was both humbling and beautiful. It was a perfect illustration of how Zion’s many trails intertwine, offering new perspectives and experiences every time. (To read more about our journey through Mystery Canyon, click here)

Zion’s Crown Jewel: Observation Point

As we neared the end of the East Mesa Trail, Bill and I were greeted by the reward that makes this hike truly extraordinary: Observation Point. Rising to a breathtaking 6,521 feet, Observation Point earns its reputation as Zion National Park’s most stunning viewpoint. Stepping out to the edge, I felt as if we had stumbled upon the crown of Zion itself—a place that offered an unmatched panorama of nearly every iconic feature in the park.

From this lofty perch, we could gaze down at the iconic Angels Landing—looking small and narrow compared to where we stood—as well as The Organ, the imposing Great White Throne, and the entire winding ribbon of the Virgin River that carves its way through the canyon below. The lower Zion Canyon stretched out endlessly, a grand natural tapestry of sandstone cliffs and lush valleys. This sweeping vista was not only awe-inspiring but also a profound reminder of how small we are amidst Zion’s grandeur. (For more about our adventure on Angels Landing, click here.)

Reflection: Quiet Paths and Grand Rewards

Hiking to Observation Point via the East Mesa Trail was a gentle yet deeply rewarding experience. This hike wasn’t about conquering a steep ascent or teetering along narrow ledges—it was about finding beauty in stillness, savoring the journey through a peaceful forest, and reaching a view that left me speechless. The quiet paths often lead to the grandest rewards, and the journey to Observation Point felt like a beautiful culmination of all that Zion represents: serenity, wonder, and a connection to something greater. Sharing this with Bill made it even more special—a memory etched into the cliffs and canyons of our hearts.