My first sunrise in Zion was magical. I only had two days off and this was before I learned how to travel while making the most of the short trips; I went from Denver -> Moab -> Zion within a day worth of road tripping. I got into Zion around 6am and decided to watch the sunrise, which happened so suddenly and without warning. It went from a pitched black starry night to suddenly a view filled with colors beyond just desert orange. I was instantly captivated. And ever trip back has become more and more memorable. But experiencing that first sunrise made the craziness of traveling -getting lost, strange encounters with wildlife, and ghost town fears- all worth it.