After spending some time at De Ann’s parent’s house, getting their wireless network up and running and assuring them that we are not, in fact, going to be destitute as we start our consulting and infrastructure firm, we were free to head off into the AZ heat towards the Grand Canyon. The drive itself was only 3 hours, so not a long day of driving (thankfully).
If you haven’t been to the Grand Canyon South Rim, you should go. The views are amazing and there is a ton of history and things to see. By the time that we got through the Visitor’s Center and headed to the Canyon for a bit of a hike, there wasn’t too much time for the hiking, unfortunately. We did take one of the most popular routes, the “Bright Angel Trail” that is actually about 9 miles down into the Canyon. The first 1.5 miles drops you about 1100 feet in elevation. With my fear of heights, I figured that I would get to about the railing and decide “enough” and go find a bar. But alas, I was able to start the trek down and progressively, things got easier. The very first part of the trail is the narrowest and the steepest (why do they DO that?!), but things even out a bit from there. We hiked down for 30 minutes or so and then made the executive decision that since we couldn’t go all the way down, we’d probably seen enough of the trail and the rocks, and headed back up.
I wish that the camera hadn’t taken the header off of the 225 million years of history (see yesterday’s blog), as we have been having problems with it ever since. Essentially, the automatic lens wont open all the way, so all the photos will have blurred images where the lens is covered by the un-opened cover. We’ve found a work-around – if you zoom, you can get the full picture… but that means we have to zoom every picture. So, no more self portraits, it seems. Well, why is this important at this point in the story? Well, there was a ground squirrel on the path that was…well… aggressive. I mean, this squirrel had some serious balls. (as a side note, the squirrel actually did have a seriously oversized set of squirrel nuts… as he scampered away, they were dragging on the ground. I guess that would make me a little ornery too… but I digress). In any case, De Ann was trying to get a picture of this squirrel on a rock near the edge (eating a nacho cheese chip from some tourist), so I walked over to get in the picture and the squirrel turned towards me. How cute, right? Then he stood up and leaned over near me. Then, he started coming down the rock towards my feet… I took a step back, not wanting the squirrel to scale my leg and search for nuts… he kept coming, and I kept backing up. Finally, he turned and headed back, pretty sure that if I had any food for him, he would have already bullied it out of me. That’s when I saw the nuts…
Ain’t nature grand?
So, our free spirited visit to the Grand Canyon without much planning meant that we didn’t have any reservations for a camp site. Disappointment over our lack of camping at the Grand Canyon was soon drowned in the beers, wine and chicken wings that we had at The Grand Hotel saloon and restaurant, before retiring in our comfy bed. I guess that does beat sleeping on the ground in a tent… so we can’t be too upset.
Morning came early and we were back in the car around 8am, heading the 521 miles to San Diego. But that’s for the Day 5 blog, just don’t forget to remind me to tell you about the Flintstone campground. Maybe, if you are extra good, De Ann will upload a picture or two for you. Very special, I know.
Until then…










