Compared to the ordered formality of Zion National Park, Bryce Canyon is like geology gone berserk. It’s nature at its playful best. The kaleidoscope of colour is bewitching, with the rock formations spanning hues of crimson, orange, yellow, pink, grey, chocolate and white. Venturing to Bryce with great expectations, I was still slayed in disbelief at the unrestrained beauty of the place. It is poetry in stone.