ZION NATIONAL PARK, Utah — Late each winter, when the snow gets sloppy and the streams get muddy, the same thought begins creeping ever more insistently into my mind: I need green. I need warm. I need spring.

That feeling often demands beaches. But when it hit last winter, a different vision commanded — desert, slickrock cliffs and sheer monoliths. That meant southern Utah. And in southern Utah, there is no place better for a spring getaway than Zion National Park.

Zion is located in Utah’s southwest corner, the part of the state that Utahns call Dixie, where the early leaders of the Mormon church kept their winter homes. It is here that spring arrives first.

The grass was still brown when we left our home in Montana in early April, headed south on Interstate 15. But as we descended the last stretch toward Zion, dropping from mountains into valleys, canyon walls soaring beside us until we reached the Virgin River, we could feel spring engulfing us.

Cottonwoods lined the river bank, flaunting fresh green leaves that swayed in the breeze over acres of brilliant green grass. Wildflowers were in riotous bloom under the warm desert sun. Kids on spring break splashed in the still-frigid river. Desert this may be, but after a long winter it was a welcoming oasis. Established in 1919, Zion was Utah’s first national park. The state hosts some of the nation’s most spectacular parks — Arches, Canyonlands, Capitol Reef, Bryce Canyon — but Zion bows to none of them in its magnificence.

The park is part of the Grand Staircase, a huge geological formation on the Colorado Plateau. Layers of sedimentary rock have been lifted, tilted and eroded. Its colorful cliffs stretch from Bryce Canyon to the Grand Canyon.

The scale of the staircase is enormous: The sedimentary rock layers were 10,000 feet thick before erosion began carving.

As the thousands of feet of sedimentary rock were lifted over the millennia, swift streams cut downward, forming the region’s famous canyons. The main canyon in Zion, center of park activity and the focus of our visit, was cut by the North Fork of the Virgin River.

It is narrow, less than a quarter-mile wide. But it is deep, flanked by towering sandstone palisades 2,000 to 3,000 feet high that draw rock climbers who savor big walls. Climbers can often be spotted camped in mid-ascent, their sleeping platforms suspended from pitons.

The 6-mile canyon drive ends at a formation known as Temple of Sinawava, where the canyon begins narrowing to a slot only 30 to 40 feet wide. The canyon used to be overwhelmed by traffic during the spring and summer, bringing noise, pollution and endless frustration for visitors who could find nowhere to park. The National Park Service responded by beginning a shuttle bus system in 2000.

During the summer months — April through October — the heart of the Zion Canyon is closed to private vehicles. Visitors board free propane-powered shuttle buses near the entrance station to complete their journey into the park.

While shuttle buses may rankle some who like the freedom of coming and going at will, the Zion system has proved a success. The buses run every six minutes during the day, stopping at all popular trailheads in the canyon, so people spend far less time waiting for buses than they did in the often-hopeless search for a parking space in the days before the buses. The buses also restored quiet to the inner canyon.

A separate shuttle bus route runs through the town of Springdale, at the park’s main gate. Visitors dropped at the entrance by a city shuttle need only cross a foot bridge over the Virgin River into the park, show or buy their park pass, then re-board a park shuttle at the adjacent visitors center.

Two campgrounds are located just inside the park entrance, and a grocery store is located on the city side of the foot bridge. That means it’s possible to spend a week or more at Zion — hiking all the major trails inside the park and using all the amenities in town — and never have to move your car from your campsite or motel.

Our stay was limited to only a few days, so we could not hit all of Zion’s trails. But one we could not resist was one of its classics — Angels Landing. Angels Landing is only a five-mile hike, but guides recommend allowing at least five hours because of the terrain the trail covers — a 1,500-foot climb through a slot canyon and out to a 5,785-foot peak perched at the end of a narrow rock fin. The name came from an early Zion explorer who looked up at the precipice from the canyon floor and declared “only an angel could land on it!”

This is not a hike for those afraid of heights. After a two-mile gradual approach, then climbing through a cool side canyon, the trail ascends Walter’s Wiggles, a series of 21 switchbacks that steeply ascend a cliff wall, topping out at a broad sandy area known as Scout Lookout.

From there, hikers work their way across a rocky ridge that steadily narrows. It finally becomes a rock fin only a few feet wide, with thousand-foot drops on each side. Fixed chains set into the rock allow a safety grip on exposed sites for those traversing the edge of the fin, but it can be a terrifying ordeal for those who fear heights. It also is not a hike recommended for young children.

Despite that, it is a crowded trail, with frequent waits at narrow spots for hikers coming the opposite direction. The reward for those who travel the entire rock fin is an unequaled view of the Zion Canyon 1,500 feet below.

And for early season refugees from winter like us, it also is a unique welcome to spring.

— William Kronholm was the AP’s western regional news editor before retiring. He lives in Helena, Mont.