You step off the shuttle with the desert still clinging to your jacket: a long ribbon of highway behind you, and in front, cliffs that rise like pages torn from the earth. The hoodoos of Bryce Canyon collect the morning light and throw it back in saturated pinks and oranges; in Zion, sandstone walls loom vertical, their faces streaked in black varnish and orange veins. This full-day, small-group run from Las Vegas compresses Utah’s high plateaus and desert canyons into a single, expansive day—great views, short walks, and a lot of sitting in a comfortable SUV or mini-coach while the landscape reorders itself outside the window.