After a long hiatus, a memorable experience inspired this post.
I’ve traveled and hiked throughout the U.S. visiting many National Parks. A few favorites are Grand Teton, Yellowstone and Crater Lake. Hiking local trails is one thing, experiencing National Parks is another. Thank you, Woodrow Wilson, Theodore Roosevelt Stephen Mather and Horace M. Albright. The Grand Canyon has been on my list for a very long time. Experiencing the GC alone was never in my plans. Sharing everything about a visit there was my desire. A good friend Pat told me of a trip he did 10 years ago with friends from Boxford, MA. Hearing the story, I wanted to experience a similar adventure. This wasn’t the first adventure Pat and I have done together. I was a pacer for his Wasatch 100 run near Salt Lake City and we’ve done multiple climbs of Mt. Washington in New Hampshire. Knowing we’re both comfortable with discomfort, this was going to be an epic adventure.
Pat arrived on a Friday in Prescott, Arizona where I’m working a contract. After his long flight from the east coast and two hours’ drive, we transferred his gear in my FJ Cruiser and headed north for the two-hour drive to the Grand Canyon (GC). Arriving at 6 PM we checked in at the campsite office. We were fortunate to be able to reserve a site only a few weeks before. In light rain, we set up the tent then drove a short distance to the El Tovar Hotel and Restaurant parking area. All I could see when parking was the barrier wall and overcast skies. As I walked to the viewing area, the expanse of the Canyon left me completely speechless. The core of my heart and soul pounded in awe. We viewed the Canyon only for a short time since we had to prep for the next day and went in El Tovar for an adult refreshment and a quick decompress. We were fortunate to have a front row seat at large picture window and invited another couple to share the large table we were directed to by the host. In a few minutes I was more relaxed than I have been since arriving in Prescott two months previous. With El Tovar restaurant booked we walked to a family style restaurant for a simple meal and get back to camp. Rest was needed for the long, strenuous hikes over the next few days.
We settled in quickly and slept better than I thought in my small two-person Mountain Hardwear tent. Waking at 6:15 AM we quickly went to the Bright Angel Lodge to put our name on a wait list for any type of lodging at Phantom Ranch at the bottom of the Canyon. This is what we were instructed to do a few days earlier. We arrived early and first. When asking to put our name on the wait list, we were informed the list was a page long. Disappointment, I mentioned I called the previous morning at 5 AM to get on the list. Checking my name, the staff said, WAIT! You’re number one! Disappointment reversed itself and turned to excitement. He said you will surely have a choice of a tent spot, bunk or cabin. We chose a bunk house (Which I’ll never do again…) over a cabin since $200 each was not necessary for one night. I bought coffees for us and the park attendant who looked like had as little sleep as we did. We left in a rush to break camp and drive to the parking area to take a shuttle to the Kaibab Trail trailhead. Packs were loaded and we were on our way. The GC Visitors Center was becoming crowded with people scurrying like ants. We hopped the shuttle and a few minutes later we were at the trailhead to start a long descent into this mind-bending creation. Soon we were away from the fair-weather hikers in nice clothes, holding Starbucks cups and smelling of eye watering perfume and cologne.
The 6.3 mile, 4860 ft elevation descent to reach the Colorado was the longest descent I’ve made. It was strenuous on our legs, especially with 30-pound packs. Descending views were incredible which took discomfort away from tired legs. Weather held up most of the time with only light rain a few times. We watched a large ominous black cloud pour rain into the Canyon northwest of our direction. Three and a half hours later we were finally at the Colorado River showing off in emerald blue. Above the river was a very well-engineered steal bridge. It felt good to walk the bridge and on flat ground as our legs were hitting discomfort. A good rainfall quickly came in above us for 15 minutes. When it tapered, we pushed the last quarter mile to Phantom Ranch and checked into the bunk house. I threw my pack on the last available bunk, up top next to the door. Pat and I rushed to listen to a camp talk by a Park Ranger about the creation of the Canyon in a 24-hour virtual time period. As tired as I was, I kept my eyes open for the hour-long talk. What took place millions of years ago and what took millions of years to create is unfathomable.
We broke from the group who were staying to ask questions. Showers were needed along with dinner. With a Mountain Safety Research Windburner stove, I heated a few cans of Amy’s Natural Minestrone soup. To add there were other sides. Cheese, cured meat, crackers, peanuts, and more. It didn’t matter. We were starving and no matter how healthy or unhealthy every calorie would be burned the next day. We were the only two in the bunk house not opting for the $50 steak dinner and $45 breakfast the next morning. Word was prices were high since food had to be brought down on pack mules. After cleanup Pat crashed. I waited at a picnic table for the tavern to open for a beer. When tall grass moved, I turned on my headlamp and saw my first ring tailed cat. Very cool. Although not a cat, it’s a mammal of the raccoon family with a very similar tail to a raccoon. When the tavern opened, I went in and browsed and decided I wanted, NEEDED, sleep and returned to the tight bunkhouse shelter holding ten of us.
Pat was counting Z’s, and I was the second one to hit the bunks. I figured the other eight roommates would be sacked out since the hike down hit them hard form earlier conversations. I did my best to sleep. Some came in quietly and some let the door slam a few feet from my head. I did the best to sleep and finally did. When morning came. I exited last since Pat and I didn’t need to rush to the mess hall. I dressed, packed, made Starbucks Via instant coffee, and boiled water for oatmeal and to re-heat a few hard boiled eggs that made the descent unscathed. The night before and in the morning, we ate much as possible knowing we were burning thousands of calories. I also wanted less weight to carry for the ascent. Cans of soup and eggs aren’t recommended backpacking food because of weight and fragility, but I figured having the weight descending would be fine. I’ll rethink that next time. To save weight I decided to leave a can of fuel and a partially opened bag of garlic sauerkraut behind to not have smelly gear and clothes.
We packed and headed out and UP. Yesterday’s emerald Colorado was now like the brown Mississippi from the rain north of us the day before. Total miles out were a slightly longer than down at 7.8 miles but, we save a big 20 feet of elevation gain (sarcasm). My battery died in the cell phone I brought for tracking our hikes with. Weather was perfect for the hike out on the Bright Angel Trail. Clear and cool. We made a lunch stop at Indian Garden and a half dozen short rests. I give Pat loads of credit. At 71, he’s a machine!!! He keeps on pressing. I may hear a few grunts but no moans or groans. He can tuck away discomfort. The last mile of this steep switch backing ascent our bodies were done! We were ready to stop ascending and get to a new campsite, IF any were available. The last mile included dodging humans with freshness I was jealous of. Looking slightly weary, some gave us kudos for making the journey. I’ve known people to run the loop we did in one day called a Rim to Rim run. Run down the South Rim on the Kaibab and up the South Rim on the Bright Angel. The real crazy runners run a Rim to Rim to Rim. Down the South Rim, up the North Rim, back down and up the south Rim. Serious kudos to them!
The push of each hike down and up the Canyon wasn’t just about the physical stamina or stopping to enjoy the incredible landscapes and vistas, it was having great company to share all of this with. Making the South Rim to flat ground at the Bright Angel Lodge we caught the bus back to the FJ. The Canyon was getting busier. We drove to the camp area office to see if there were any sites left. We secured the LAST ONE and set up the tent in short time. This time, in the daylight and without rain. Driving to El Tovar, passing a few leaf eating elk, we had to see if we would be fortunate to get a reservation. We were still “prime” (smelling) from the hike. Pat went to the restaurant host and I was able to land a table in the lounge we were at a few nights before. Pat came back with a grin. We were in! We could eat in a half hour, at 4:30 or wait until 8:30. Wanting to rest and get human, we decided the later time and had an adult refreshment and nachos. Man, it felt good to sit for a while. Almost too good. We kept the time reasonable and went to the campsite to get fresh clothes and hit the showers.
There was an hour and more to spare before dinner. I wanted to have dinner at El Tovar ever since Pat told me of the restaurant and what I’ve read. The hotel opened in 1905. Theodore Roosevelt stayed and ate there in 1911 and 1913. As much as I can eat anything in the back country I’m a foodie and prefer eating out as an experience not just a meal. The ambiance was perfect. The waitstaff were perfect and the meal was excellent. Lobster bisque was very good from a place far from the Atlantic Ocean where us New Englanders can be picky about lobster dishes. Pat had the trout. I had the lamb shank and we shared a bottle of red wine. Made to order gluten free parmesan herb biscuits were crazy good. The meal was the most pleasant I had in a long time. Again, not just the location and meal, but Pat’s company and conversation.
Returning to camp we crashed hard. Coyotes woke us late in the night and late in the morning. Late as in bright morning. An unusual experience. We broke camp for the last time, prepped day hike packs and went to the Bright Angel bus stop to be dropped off at the Hermit Trail trailhead. This gave me a first-time view of the western part of the Canyon which had a slightly different look than near the GC village. To mention, because of recent rain, the dry Canyon had green plants and bushes and small flowing streams that will not exist in another months’ time. We hiked 3.5 miles down to more great views even though our legs were telling us not to. We were at the GC. We had to! At the stopping point, Pat and I sat for 5 to 10 minutes absorbing the views continuing conversations that always continued and went from one topic to another. We returned to the trailhead and caught the bus back to Bright Angel with enough time to get the packs in the FJ and find coffee. Exiting the park, the masses were making their way in. We drove in on a Friday without lines of vehicles. Now, Monday afternoon, multiple lines extending for a mile were inching their way through the entrance to see one of the most beautiful land creations/formations in the world.
As I mentioned, this trip/adventure has been on my mind and bucket list for ten years or more. To be able to have this adventure with Pat made the experience the best it could have been. I’m grateful to have friends like him to share adventures and stories with. The way each unknown episode worked out on the trip boggles my mind. Maybe karma was in the right place!
If you haven’t experienced the Grand Canyon, share the experience with someone who will appreciate it as much as you will.
Peace, as always. – Greg
Recent Comments