When Ms. Mar and Mr. C announced that we were going to visit Snow Canyon State Park, I was underwhelmed. Sorry, but my standards reflect my regality that goes back centuries to the Egyptian gods and monarchs. My peeps were pampered by a royal court and rows of servants standing ready to serve at the raise of my brow. Stories are told that servants would run to our beck-and-call by the mere wiggle of our ears. I want only the best. National Parks are more suited for my regal status. State parks are for mere mortals.