In the high country thousands of feet above rain falls.  Most of it runs off to carve the canons large and small that dominate Zion National Park.  But some of it seeps into the porous sandstone to begin its dark journey deeper and deeper into the rock.  Down and down it percolates, inch by inch, for a thousand feet and more.  Eventually it reaches a layer of rock that it cannot penetrate and changes direction.  Now it seeps horizontally, inch by inch.  Finally it reaches the canyon walls where it drips back into the light in a curtain of rain - Weeping Rock.

With the abundance of fresh pure spring water, delicate plants grow in the cracks and crevasses of the rock.  High above our heads they cling to the nourishing rock as if by magic.  There they thrive.  We as visitors marvel at their strength, endurance and fragile beauty.