It's a travel day. (Oh, like when isn't it.) The weather gnomes have jiggled the levers, turned the knobs and flipped the switches. The forecast is good. So I'm going from the south corner of Nevada, through the northwest corner of Arizona, into the southwest corner of Utah. Now I'm just waiting for the sun to get high enough in the sky so that I won't be driving into glare. Zion, here I come.