I dosed off to sleep at 12:30 AM listening to the rain hitting the roof. It had been a hectic work week. with weeknight commitments and business travel. So we packed our Grand Canyon duffels late Friday night after a CSO Stravinsky concert. With six months planning, why are we packing at midnight?
The alarm jolted us into action. Don’t want to be late for the flight! We
bumbled through showers and loading the car, and we were off. Hopefully, we’ll
catch a sweet roll at the airport. The morning air was cool after the May
showers, but the sky was clear. On our way to DIA again! Even though I’m no
great fan of DIA, it’s still a great feeling to walk into the main concourse,
with its bright ceiling and shining floors. The anticipation of another
trip and the get-away feeling are exhilarating - even to the half-awake midnight
packer. The lines snake back and forth three lengths of the United domestic
check-in counters. We saw Norm in line and talked briefly with him. The wait was
long enough, that we went straight to the gate without a sweet roll. Eric and
Margaret were already there waiting to board. We’re starting to converge.
No sweet roll on the flight. Just a strange waffle like cookie. I read my Lonely
Planet Peru book, as the whole Peru contingent will be on this year’s Grand
Canyon hike. The flight was pleasant. As much as I enjoyed the social
aspect of the van trips from Denver to the Canyon, the inexpensive Las Vegas
flight takes so much fatigue out of the three-day jaunt and it feels a bit more
exotic. We got off the plane right in front of a Burger King selling
croissant-wiches. We bought two and tucked them into a daypack. At the baggage
claim we met Deac, who flew in from California. The team grows. We gathered the
duffels and did the ritual North Rim, South Rim sorting of stuff.
We all filed out to the designated meeting spot at the parking structure
catwalk. Stu was waving, just as planned. We met up with Stu, Fred and Nancy.
They had picked up the vehicles and provisioned each rim with coolers of
sandwiches, snacks, soda and beer. This year we had more toys: Nancy brought
two-way radios and Stu brought topos to use with GPS’s. Greetings and exchanges
complete, the two groups departed for their respective rims.
We are going from south to north this year, so we are soon heading out of Las
Vegas toward the Hoover Dam. Eating our croissant-wiches in the car, we finally
connect with some breakfast. This year we stopped at the Hoover Dam to do
some sight-seeing. We took the 30 minute tour for $8. It was actually quite
interesting. We went down inside the tunnels to the base of the dam and saw the
generators. The 17 generators took 3 years each to build. 38" diameter, 65’
shafts with tons of heavy wire rotating so smoothly. The 600 foot wide concrete
structure required a continuous 24 hour a day pour of 18 months. The project
came in under budget and ahead of schedule. The only other engineering projects
of this magnitude to finish on time were the Golden Gate Bridge and the building
of the Pentagon. All these great American projects were undertaken between 1920
and 1950. I couldn’t help but wonder if they are not the monuments commemorating
America’s zenith. Could we perform today as they performed in the 1930’s on
these same projects? The monuments on the plaza seemed appropriate. Two Winged
figures of the Republic flank a 142-foot flagpole, all on a terrazzo floor,
inlaid with a star chart. It was like something you’d find commemorating a great
Egyptian or Roman work.
Our drive to the South Rim continued. Kris snoozed as Deac and I caught up on computer stuff. We were soon driving into the Park, with a driving time of 5 hours, plus a Hoover visit of 90 minutes. The South Rim did not seem as full as other years. Dick and Gail had left a note at the registration desk. As I phoned their room, Kris bolted into the souvenir store. While arranging a meeting with Dick and Gail, I could see Kris hovering like a bumble bee from T-shirt to T-shirt.
The south rimmers met for a beer at the Lancaster/Wallack suite, then proceeded
to the rim and dinner. We were able to talk to the North-rimmers over the radios
at the rim. It was the first sight of the rim for us this year. It never looses
its grandeur. Surprisingly, we were seated immediately at the Bright Angel
Lodge. We suspected that because we arrived at the restaurant right at sunset,
we hit a good time. We enjoyed a tasty spaghetti dinner and sauntered back to
the Maswick Lodge. We checked the shuttle schedule on the way back. 5:11 AM
seemed to be a good departure. The shuttle stop was only about 200 meters from
the rooms.
Our wake-up call came at 4 AM. We were smearing on the sun screen and making our instant coffees by 4:30 when Dick joined us. We each had a huge sticky bun from the south cooler. Stu’s Food Crew had provisioned us well. The bus was on time. There were a half dozen other hikers that boarded at the Yavapai Lodge. The bus driver was friendly. Said she got up a 3 AM to start the early shuttle schedule. She said the Park Service had been taking surveys of the rim-to-rim hikers at the trailheads for several weeks. She was right.
It was the first light of dawn at 5:30 AM as we arrived at the South Kaibab
Trailhead. A ranger seemed to appear out of nowhere as we got off the bus.
Actually, he was very friendly. He asked how far we were planning to hike. When
we answered to the North Rim, he distributed questionnaires. I suspect our
canyon hiking is likely to be affected by more Park Service control and permits
next year.
It was 5:45. The first sunlight was hitting the high ridges of the canyon.
Grofe’s timpani drum roll captures the feeling exactly. There was a red tint to
the light and a bit of haze looking across to our destination some 20.9 trail
miles to the north. The trail begins down a series of tight switchbacks and soon
traverses its way out to the prominent ridge line that it follows all the
way down to the Tonto Plateau. This is as good as you will feel all day! The air
is cool, the views of sunrise in the canyon are spectacular. The vantage gained
by following the ridge down the top half of the descent over the concave cavern
of the upper Bright Angel Trail makes the South Kaibab worth the logistics of
the early morning shuttle.
A pleasant feature of the descent is that conversations are far more interesting
than the mono-syllable interchanges that take place on the upper stretches of
the ascent. Although, by then, Kris had probably heard about enough computer
talk after at least a mile’s worth of flatbed scanner babble. The sky was clear
and the temperature at the South Rim this year at dawn was about 40 - 50 F. The
North Rim was reporting 29 F at dawn. We saw only a couple of other groups on
the way down. One group of about ten hikers was lead by a man from Texas who had
done rim-to-rim-to-rim more than once. He was introducing some friends to the
canyon. We talked a bit with them during our 20 minute breakfast break at our
rock outcrop looking down over the Colorado River.
The hike down to the river seemed take less effort this year. Probably due to El Nino. The vegetation was greener as well. We topped out water jugs at the pump by the Black Bridge. It was only 80 F when we crossed the river. We’ve seen 100+ in the past and were glad to see the temperatures were moderate.
We kept moving up the trail to Phantom Ranch. The slight incline and the normal heating of the inner canyon cause a marked change to the hike just past the bridge. The cool morning downhill walk abruptly give way to the warm, sandy cactus country. By the time we reach Phantom Ranch, a different mood is set. We relaxed there for over 45 minutes, eating the first installment of lunch and drinking the finest $1.60 lemonade you’ve ever tasted. Kris was bartering for different lunch meat and Deac was doctoring his feet. ‘Tis a fine thing to bask in the shade for a while.
Deac inquired at the Phantom Ranch about the yucca-like plants with the large flowers. We learned that the Century Plants growing in the Grand Canyon were more correctly the Agave Americana. The most familiar species of the Agave is the American aloe, commonly known as the Century Plant through a mistaken idea that it blooms only after reaching 100 years of age. Actually the time of blooming depends upon the plant's vigor and the conditions under which it grows. In warm countries flowers appear in a few years. In colder climates it requires from 40 to 60 years. After blooming time, the plant dies. We were curious whether the 60:1 ratio of blooming to non-blooming could be validated by the ones we saw. It seemed about right!
The North Rim part of the hike is long and I tend to think of it in three
sections: "The Box", "The Stinkin’ Desert" and "Roaring Springs Canyon".
The Box is an interesting, narrow stretch of the trail along the Bright Angel
Creek, where the walls of the canyon are mostly Pre-Cambrian Vishnu Schist with
vertical fractures and dykes that rise steeply from the creek bed. We wound
through the labyrinth, hiking mostly in the shade. What a contrast from the
grand vistas coming down the ridge on the South Kaibab Trail. We did encounter
one large Bull snake crossing the trail. He won the right of way...It is on this
section that we meet up with the north-to south hikers. We exchanged keys and
room info, and enjoyed another 15 minute break.
As the trail emerges from the vertical rock of The Box, the first horizontal
layers of the stinkin’ desert appear. This appears to be about at the same
level as the Tonto Plateau. The temperature on this stretch of the hike ran
about 90 to 93 F. There were more varied colors of cactus flowers this year. We
were still counting Agaves through the desert. We met up with Dan Leeth and his
friends a mile or so south of the Cottonwood Campground. We had a pleasant
chat and moved on. They confirmed that the Wall Creek was high enough that it
was necessary to remove the boots to make the crossing. A few minutes after
leaving Dan, we saw for ourselves. The Wall Creek was only 10 feet across, but
it was about a foot deep. We found the crossing quite refreshing! We were
enjoying the great feeling of the cold foot-bath for the next hour.
The most dramatic part of trail is definitely Roaring Springs Canyon. Winding up
the canyon on narrow ledges, the trail provides spectacular views of the gorge.
From a mile or so beyond Roaring Springs to the tunnel, the trail often has
vertical or overhanging red rock on the left and an airy view of the canyon to
the right. Looking up the canyon, it is hard to believe that a trail actually
goes where the North Kaibab goes. By the time we reached the tunnel, the midges,
or small black flies, were becoming a bit annoying. I passed around some bug
juice, and everyone seemed glad to smear a bit on. The walls of the canyon start
to roll back at a lower angle. Getting past the white band took forever. That
seemed like it should have been the top ... but nooo. Another several hundred
feet of elevation.
Kris had that determined look at the tunnel. She put both hands on her hips and set her jaw. That was the last we saw of Dick and Kris until we got to the parking lot. Deac and I were taking up the rear at a slow, but steady, pace. I admit to some relief to see light shining from behind the trees as we realized we were there. The sounds of cars and traffic confirmed it - we were at the North Kaibab Trailhead! It was 6:05 PM. Just about 12 hours, with an actual hiking time between 10 and 11 hours. For those who do the rim-to-rim-to-rim, my hat’s off to you each time I emerge over the rim. The thought of turning 180 and repeating the whole thing is formidable.
Each little comfort was well appreciated for the next few hours. From setting in
the car seat, to the hot shower, to the cold can of beer. Each little comfort
felt so good. We all met for dinner at the lodge after the showers.
Unfortunately, one table had poor service, but got their dinners for free. Our
table had good food and service. I enjoyed a New York strip steak and a glass of
Sierra Nevada.
The morning breakfast this year was quite memorable. We were seated at one of
the best tables in the lodge. Right next to the window overlooking the entire
Grand Canyon. We traced our ridge down from the South Rim and gazed upon our
route through three pots of coffee along with bacon and eggs. Life is mighty
good! Another good trip.