been there, done that!

Rafting the Grand Canyon was a spectacular trip. I was so glad that I first saw the Grand Canyon the way John Westley Powell saw it... from the Colorado River. The mind simply boggles at the jumble of geology around you. And the silence is so rare in this world that we now live in. This was a row trip where silence is golden. We would occasionally see the motor trips with passengers packed in like sardines going hell bent for leather. Thank you, Canyoneers. Your crew was as exceptional as my fellow passingers.

Oh, yes, there was the little matter of that walk out. There was so much worry about that little hike. It was roughly 5000 feet up and 7.7 miles long. While it was no 'piece of cake', it was not worth all that worry. Took me a couple of minutes under five and a half hours. Keenan and his sister matched my time up, but I left first, so they were never able to catch me. I am obnoxiously proud of being the first one up at the tender chronological age of 3 score and 6. And no, we won't discuss my mental age! As usual, Gene Pass was right. If you can bicycle, you can walk... even the Bright Angel Trail.

There will be more posts and pictures next week when I arrive home!