Saturday, October 18, 1997
I wake early and cold. At first light everyone begins to stir. We discuss the
merits of taking tents, while thinking about a warm breakfast. We worry about Lynn
and her truck. Soon we find out that she has decided to call for a tow truck.
It will take her truck to Flagstaff for repair. Now she can join us on the hike.
By 9:00 the tow truck arrives. We pack up the cars and head over to Yaqui Point
after a short stop at the general store. After arriving at the trailhead, we
stretch and adjust our packs for the seven mile (and heaven knows how many hours)
hike that is ahead of us. The Park Service constructed the South Kaibab Trail to
provide tourists with a free access path to the river. At the time, a toll was
charged to use the Bright Angel Trail.
Ah! We step onto the trail! We are actually IN the Grand Canyon! Down, down, down
we go. Past a mule train. Walking over and around mule dung. The pack begins to
feel as if it’s cutting into my neck and shoulders. Jon and Adrienne are
ahead of Tom and me and the distance between us grows and grows. Soon they are
out of sight. I am comforted with the knowledge that they each have their own
water, however, I am carrying everyone’s lunch.
The miles pass slowly. The South Kaibab Trail is one of the few trails in the
park that follows the ridgelines and therefore is VERY steep. We have walked
past the Kaibab Limestone, Toroweap Foundation and Coconino Sandstone to Hermit
Shale. We push on, back and forth, back and forth, switchback after switchback.
We wait for another mule train to pass by us. We exchange greetings.
We finally catch sight of the kids, resting at Cedar Ridge. A whistle brings
waves from them. A long final downhill slope covered with loose gravel and dirt
and we’re there. We’ve only gone 1.5 miles and back in time 286 million
years. When we catch up to the group, we take off our packs and our boots for a
much-appreciated break and enjoy a spectacular view of O’Neil Butte.
I wiggle my toes and check the moleskin on my bunions.
We have a quick lunch of meat and cheese on a tortilla, a hard-boiled egg and wash
it all down with some Gatorade.
We are back on the trail, moving on, awestruck at the indescribable scenery.
We all hike together for the time being. We are now on the east side of Cedar
Ridge where it “flattens out” a bit. Jon is having a problem with
his pack and shorts – funny thing about clothes that don’t really fit.
As we start rounding O’Neil Butte, Surprise! We can see the most incredibly
steep set of switchbacks before us. We have passed through the Supai Formation
(286 to 320 million years old) and the switchbacks take us down through the
Redwall Limestone (320 to 360 million years old). I am growing tired of going
downhill. I use my hiking stick continuously.
The restroom at the Tipoff comes into view and we watch Jon jog down the
hill towards it. Machell and Debby are already there resting. Soon they radio
that Jon arrived O.K. We pass the Tonto Trail on the Tonto Plateau ... we are
there. Off go the boots again and we replenish fluids with Gatorade. Lynn
catches up to us as we all have a short rest.
Back on the trail, we’ve gone 4.4 miles. We (Tom, Jon, Adrienne, Lynn,
Machell, Debby and me) stop one more time, at Panorama Point. From the
“point” we are about two miles or so from Bright Angel Campground and
we catch a great view of the Colorado River and the inner gorge. It is AWESOME!
Switchbacks again are before us. I am REALLY getting tired of going down now.
I try the “speed walker” walk and swish the hips, locking the knees,
but only during relatively flat areas. It seems to help some. We sing and
tell jokes. We are walking through the Tonto Group (505 to 570 million years
old), the Tapeats Sandstone and the Vishnu Schist, which dates back two
billion years. (Is that how long we have been walking???)
I have heard of hikers growing so tired of hiking downhill that they turn and
walk backwards. I wonder if that will really work?
We hear from Scott and Sylvia who are behind us yet. They have just
encountered a big horn sheep. A streak of envy shoots through me. We then
hear from Dawn and Angela who are almost to the Black Bridge. The rangers
say that the mules will not cross over the Silver Bridge. They don’t
care to look down through the grates, so they cross over on the Black
Bridge. Rubber matting covers the Black Bridge blocking the view of the
rushing water from the mules as they cross it.
Jon and Adrienne forge ahead of us and before we know it we see them on the
Black Bridge waving up to us. We come to a fork to the left leading to the
River Trail. It runs along this side of the river and leads to the Silver
Bridge. We go through the tunnel and across the bridge and begin our final
leg of the journey. We pass by an Anasazi Ruin. Only the foundation of some
buildings and some old stone tools remain. The Anasazi were the ancestors
of the Hopi and other modern Pueblo Indians.
We have heard from Dawn and Angie, they are at camp. We pass the camp on
one side of the creek, Adrienne and Jon yell across the creek that the bridge
is just up the trail a bit. When we arrive at camp, the kids have laid claim
to our “space” and are setting up their sleeping bags. The campsite
consists of a spacious dirt floor, picnic tables, a 6' high packbar from
which to hang our packs to keep them from critters, plus trees and a river
and a canyon and a creek named Bright Angel.
I crank up the cookstove and make dinner of Ramen noodles and homemade
dehydrated hamburger. Not bad. After cleaning up the dishes and rinsing at
the outside sink, we return to camp where we spot a ring tail scampering
across the bar where we had hung our packs. So much for keeping them away
from the animals. Scott and Sylvia arrive at camp. They are going up to
the canteen for a beer and invite Tom and me to join them. We decline,
the thought of walking another 0.3 miles did not sound like something we
wanted to do, Tom’s knee is really hurting him.
Here we are spending our first night in the canyon. I lie there all snugly
warm looking up the awesome stars. A shooting star flashed across the night
sky. Now I can sleep.
Morning seems to come early. Wait – it’s only 3 AM, the bright
light in my face is the moon, not the sun! The light floods the area and
casts a whitish glow and shadows everywhere. Bright Angel Creek rushes
by our site with a rumble. My legs are stiff as I make a 3 AM run to the
restroom. I have the famous “Kaibab Shuffle,” but surprisingly
my knee is not as swollen and sore as I expected.
Sunday, October 19, 1997
We rose to a beautiful morning. The sky was clear, the air had a hint of
coolness, the stream continued to babble nearby and the birds were singing
in the trees. Breakfast consisted of instant oatmeal and Tang. There was
some discussion about the 13-mile hike to Ribbon Falls. Tom and I decide
we are unwilling to hike that far, and to our surprise, no one else is either.
So, Tom, Adrienne, Jon, Sylvia and I walk (or shuffle) down to the Phantom
Ranch Canteen. There we purchase our keepsakes and the best ice-cold lemonade
in the Canyon! We sent post cards that were postmarked “mailed by mule
from Phantom Ranch”.
We sat outside, enjoying our lemonade and a cool breeze.
We meet up with the group as we come back from the canteen and decide to
hike to the Silver Bridge and check out the River Trail. Someone told us
about the adventures of Captain John Wesley Powell, the leader of the first
expedition to explore the Grand Canyon Gorge. Powell, who had only one arm
due to a Civil War injury, accomplished this amazing feat by traveling in
small boats down the Colorado River. Three members of Powell’s expedition
lacked sufficient courage to continue their descent of the rapids, fearing
all the boats would be lost and all the men would drown. They refused to
continue and attempted to hike out of the Canyon. A couple of the river
craft were, in fact, destroyed, but the only men to perish were those who
had abandoned the expedition. That location, now called Separation Canyon,
bears a plaque stating that on August 28, 1869, the 3 men “climbed
to the North Rim and were killed by the Indians,” who mistook them
for men who had raped a squaw.
Once on the bridge, however, Tom’s knee was really bothering him.
We decide not to continue since the River Trail ended going down the same
switchbacks to the Black Bridge we had done the day before. Jon, however,
took off to catch up to Dawn and Angie. Tom, Adrienne, Debby and I go down
by the river and wiggle our toes in the Colorado River. That is one COLD,
fast moving river.
Back at camp we lunch on tuna and bagels. Adrienne and Tom crash on their
beds. Jon tries to talk me into doing the River Trail with him again.
I felt it was a good idea to keep my legs moving, no matter how tired or
stiff I was, but I was not ready to do anymore down hill walks. I persuade
him to go up the North Kaibab Trail instead. The North Kaibab Trail, after
passing Phantom Ranch, follows the creek almost to the top of the North
Rim and is relatively flat. We return in time for the 4:00 Ranger
presentation on the Canyon flora and fauna.
After the presentation we returned to camp to begin dinner preparations.
Nightfall comes quickly at the bottom of the canyon and I didn’t want
to be cleaning up in the dark again.
We returned to Phantom Ranch for the 7:30 Ranger presentation, which
included two interpretations of the forming of the Grand Canyon.
The first was the geologic story and involved audience participation. The
second was the Hopi legend of two lovers and the story of good versus evil.
Afterwards we stopped in to the canteen for a glass of wine, beer and a
couple of lemonades for the kids. The wine should help me sleep tonight.
Monday, October 20, 1997
We left the Bright Angel Campground around 8:30, in small separate groups.
Scott had everyone switch the batteries on their radios.
After crossing the Silver Bridge we head west for another mile or so and
are actually hiking along the River Trail. The trail remained level, more
or less, and at first, we spent a lot of time walking through sand.
Finally, Bright Angel Trail broke off to the left (south).
The Bright Angel Trail was originally an Indian trail used by the Havasupai
Indians to commute between the rim and Indian Gardens. Prospectors improved
the trail in the late 1800s. One of the miners, Ralph Cameron, realized that
the tourist trade was more profitable than the mining trade so he bought out
his partners and took control of the trail. He extended the trail from
Indian Gardens to the river and began to charge a toll of $1 for its use.
Once we started UP the trail, we entered a whole new world! The trail follows
Garden Creek that flows from the South Rim, running through its own little
“mini” canyon within the Grand Canyon – Garden Creek Canyon.
We lost sight of the Colorado River pretty quickly and also of Adrienne.
Bright Angel Trail was so green, the canyon was filled with Cottonwood and
Sycamore trees for miles of the trail, which crosses over Garden Creek
We then came to the little falls that is just before the Devil’s Corkscrew.
This section is named for its resemblance to a corkscrew when viewed from
above. The reference to the Devil is because of the terrible heat that can
be encountered along this stretch of trail during the middle parts of the
day. In the summertime it is not uncommon for the temperature to reach or
exceed 130 degrees F. I’m glad we’re here in October, we
couldn’t have asked for better weather! There are some nice little falls
and cascades along Garden Creek right at the top of the corkscrew section.
Right after which the creek makes a nose-dive to the falls that we had
We hear Jon is already at camp, it is 11:00. We caught up to Adrienne who
was with Debby and Machell at a shady spot along the creek. We took off
our boots and cooled our feet in the stream. Dawn and Angela got to camp
about 12:00. We got there around 2:00. Upon entering the campground we
spotted a deer feeding on the hedge beside the trail. We made camp, which
consisted of laying out our ground cloths, pads and sleeping bags.
Jon entertained everyone while he played hackysack.
That evening, we hiked out to see the sunset at Plateau Point. After which
we enjoyed dinner in the dark followed by Jiffy Pop and lively conversation
around the – umm – flashlights. Lights out came quickly.
I did waken once during the night to the sounds of a deer feeding on the
other side of the hedge from us.
I looked at him, he looked at me while our eyes locked for a long moment.
Then he went back to feeding and I went back to sleep.
Tuesday, October 21, 1997
I wake early. We have 3200 ft elevation change to look forward to today.
We get underway around 8:30.
The trail starts out relatively flat for a half mile or so. We begin
meeting people coming down from the top who are fresh and clean smelling. We
then start up a tiring series of switchbacks known as Jacob’s Ladder.
We meet others going up and we pass and re-pass one another.
At three mile rest house we stop and take off our packs. The sensation of
almost floating overcomes me. I wander behind the rest house where I get
a grand view of the canyon below. I find the remains of the old cable car
system that used to bring supplies down to Indian Gardens.
At mile and a half rest house we stop for another snack We’ve only
gone a mile and a half??? We need to fix Jon’s backpack.
The strap attaching the hip belt to the frame broke and he has been
carrying the weight of the pack on his shoulders. Once he is fixed he
takes off to catch up to Adrienne who is now a steady hiking partner
with Machell and Debby.
We talk to a nice couple from Wales ... Time to go!
We pass 2 mile corner and find the petroglyphs left in blood by the
Indians. I welcome the rest. I am beginning to feel I have less spring
in my step. It wouldn’t be so bad if I weren’t lugging this
pack and if I weren’t going uphill. There’s only two miles
left to go, I walk that every morning, piece of cake!!
Cameras cannot capture what the eye can see. But that didn’t stop
me from going through 5 rolls of film. The last umpteen switchbacks of
the hike were really amazing. We met a gentleman from upstate New York
who had come in by way of the boats and was now hiking up from Phantom
Ranch. I look up and there are Adrienne, Jon, Debby and Machell 3 or 4
switchbacks ahead of us, Lynn is not too far behind.
Sometimes I wondered how we were going to get over that “blankety
blank” cliff that was overhanging us. But then I would look at where
we had come from. We could see the trail descend do Indian Gardens
below us. What a view.
We saw many people, some of whom only carried their cameras and 32 oz
water bottles and had the audacity to think that I, a backpacker going
uphill with a 35 pound pack, should stand to the side while he or she,
the tourist going downhill, RAN down!
We hear again from Adrienne and Jon, they are at the top. It’s not
much farther now. We meet a family from Turkey with a small child.
They are not carrying any water. The boy is already shivering from the
cold breeze. They take our advice and turn around and return to the top.
We stop at the second tunnel (no one told me there were TWO tunnels,
after the first I thought we were almost home!) to view the petroglyphs
thought to be left by the ancient Anasazi. We overhear someone talking
about sheep over the edge. There they are – a ram, a momma and a
baby big horned sheep. I stop to watch and take a few photos.
Just one more corner ... just a few more steps ... there’s the sign
marking the trailhead.
After five hours and 30 minutes, we have reached the rim!
Jon and Adrienne, already rested, want to go to the store and get T-shirts
and ice cream. Tom has made a beeline to the porta-john. I just want to
get this pack off my back.
I found Debby and we hiked the 1/2 mile to our truck so I drive her to her car.
Once we finally reached the truck parked at the Maswick Transportation Center,
I see “the Club” locked on the steering wheel. You should have seen
the look on our faces when we realized I didn’t have the key!
We scramble to find money and the phone number to the bar where Dawn was last
known to be. She arrives and after a lengthy search I locate my purse and the
blessed keys! Debby and I get her car and return to the group that has
assembled near Tom. Finally we are packed up and heading home.
The Canyon is an awesome place, and one of the very special experiences in
life is to experience it by hiking through it! Hiking the Grand Canyon was
an amazing experience. One cannot see what the Grand Canyon looking at it
just from the top.