Conquering the Canyon
A masterpiece of nature, spread out as far as the eye can see! It beckons all; those who want to experience its majesty; those who just want to say they were there; those who choose saddle soars; and those who are hardy enough to challenge its heat, unforgiving trails, and lack of water.
Its sheer size, hidden among the many layers of shelving, makes it difficult to comprehend the degree of punishment awaiting the hardy ones; leg cramps, blistered feet, lost toe nails, overpowering thirst; tempered by the unbelievable sense of accomplishment for those who conquer it.
The Grand Canyon is exactly that! I hiked it in the late summer when temperatures were lower. Four of us slept in my panel truck. The following morning we parked at the Welcome Center, walked about one-half mile to the trail head, 15 minutes later we were starting down the South Kaibab Trail; over six miles down to the bottom and across the Colorado River. It was rocky, twisting, and hot. Jogging down-hill was almost unavoidable due to the trail’s steepness. Several hikers passed us going uphill, out of water, some suffering some of the early symptoms of heat exhaustion. We could only offer a very limited amount of water to them, as we still had the remainder of the downhill trip to go, and over a nine mile hike back out. The four of us made it down to the bottom of the canyon, and across the bridge in two and one-half hours.
Removing my boots exposed three damaged toe nails, which would later be lost. Laying in the ice-cold streams which emptied into the Colorado River gave only temporary relief from the heat, charlie horses, and blisters. An hour later, we were on our way up the 9.3 mile long Bright Angel Trail. We had chosen to hike the trails in this order as there were three water stops on the Bright Angel, and none on the South Kaibab.
My three companions were in their teenage years, I was in my mid-thirties. Needless to say, they left me in the dust. Three hours after they arrived at the summit, I dragged my tired butt over the last rise; the Visitor’s Center and Park Headquarters being a very welcome sight.
The drive back to Phoenix was excruciating! Both of me legs were cramping rather severely, making it difficult and painful to push in the 75 pound clutch when shifting gears. Once home, hot water soaks did little to help loosen up the muscles; they remained as hard as a rock for two days. Walking up stairs was also difficult, as my legs were still very sore. The three toe nails dropped off on the second day; blisters taking much longer to heal.
Damn that was an outstanding trip! Even knowing what would be in store for me, and at 61 years of age, I would do it again. You have to hike the Canyon to feel the Canyon. As spectacular as it is, looking at it from the rim, or taking a flight over it just does not do the Canyon justice.