On the trail
What the hike is actually like
From the paved lots, the first three-quarters of the walk follows an old jeep road: wide, smooth, gently rolling, lined with prickly pear, agave and juniper, with red-rock cliffs rising on every side. It's pleasant and unhurried — you'll likely be passed by the occasional Jeep tour kicking up dust.
Then the trail forks. The left branch drops to the base of the arch, where you can stand directly beneath that 50-foot span and crane your neck toward the sky. The right branch is the one most people are after: it climbs a steep, natural staircase of red rock — the only demanding stretch of the whole hike — up to the bridge itself. Take your time here; the steps are tall and uneven, and a hiking pole helps on the way down.
At the top, the span is broader than the photos imply. If you have the nerve to walk out onto it, you'll find the footing reassuringly solid — but the drop is real, so use common sense, watch your step, and let the wind settle before you strike a pose.

