Bryce Canyon, halfway between Lake Powell and Zion, is named after homesteader Ebenezer Bryce (the author of the above quote). I prefer the old Paiute Indian name, which if Rough Guides can be believed, translates as red-rocks-standing-like-men-in-a-bowl-shaped-recess.
That is how you name a canyon, ladies and gentlemen!
At 8000+ feet above sea level, it's got enough altitude that you don't want to be rushing about on your first day (I personally wanted to vomit and lie down, not necessary in that order).
The narrow pillars formed by erosion are called hoodoos.
Hoodoo? You do! Do what? Remind me of the babe....
Salt and pepper formation on the way to Bryce Canyon: