We drove slowly in the east entrance of Zion NP enjoying the scenery and snapping pictures. This is another stretch of road that never gets old.
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We wanted to find someone in the Zion campground to donate our folding chairs to since we couldn’t fit them in our luggage. We cruised the campground slowly until we spotted a young couple with a tiny tent sitting at their picnic table. Peter hopped out and offered them the chairs with an explanation. They were a little confused since only the girl seemed to understand English but she sent the guy over to accept the chairs nodding their gratitude.
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We found someone else to take the last propane cylinder off our hands in the campground as well. It is nice to think that our chairs are still getting passed along from camper to camper, still having fun in Utah.