Our son Jordon and his brother Joel and their friend Kurt took a hiking trip to the Southwest last year, the best part of which was in Zion National Park. Jordon knew he wanted to go back, and this summer got a job working at Zion Lodge in Zion National Park. He set up a blog, and when Max and I saw the pictures, we knew we had to go visit Jordon in Zion. We went in July. We kept singing the hymn, "We're marching to Zion, beautiful, beautiful Zion. We're marching upward to Zion, the beautiful city of God." When we returned home to Texas the final verse meant even more to us. "Then let our songs abound and every tear be dry; We're marching thru Emmanuel's ground, We're marching thru Emmanuel's ground, to fairer worlds on high, To fairer worlds on high."