Previous post: Grand Canyon – Lava Falls, the Grand Finale
We awakened on our last morning in the Canyon with bittersweet feelings. In a few short hours, I’d be able to speak to my wife and kids for the first time in four days, using the “always-on” technology that was not only used by me as a consumer, but was the lifeblood of my business. But frankly, I didn’t miss it. For four days, no email, no Facebook, no phone calls, no instant messaging…it truly was peaceful.
It also meant one last trip to “the Groover”, our porta-john in a tent. Without turning this blog too risque, if you are holding out from camping for hygiene reasons, this is the way to go. This was much cleaner than some of the porta-cans we’ve encountered at Rugby tourneys or running events. And the girlie mags were a nice touch (thanks, Ron; good article on Milla Jovanovich).
We loaded differently this morning, wearing dry clothes, Walker’s promise that we wouldn’t get wet convincing us. Instead of the dry bags, we packed in CRATE duffle bags. We embarked, and once more watched the sunlight creep down the walls of the canyon. (more…)
Previous Post: Grand Canyon – the “Death March” hike
This was the big day that most of the boys had been waiting for, and had gotten waterproof video cameras for: Lava Falls. Rate 8-10 out of 10 with a 13 foot drop, followed by the Lower Lava Rapid with a 14 foot drop.
Because of the hike, we had 42 miles of river between us and Lava Falls.
The wind the previous night had me tracking down the clothes I had lain out to dry, but the hike led to a good sleep. We awoke to our last full day in the canyon, and watching the sunshine creep down the walls of the canyon was just as amazing as it was the first morning of the trip.
During the fire line to load the bags, I was at the front of the boat, throwing/handing up our bags and supplies to those on the boat. I threw the last personal compression bag up on to the boat, not realizing that John who was catching had his back to me. I saw that it was going into the water, so I dove across the metal front of the boat to try and grab it, but missed. Walker looked at me and calmly said “you’re going to have to go in after it, before it passes the rapids.” after a quick curse, I jumped into to the cold Colorado and retrieved the bag, which ended up being my brother’s. Luckily, only his fleece was damp so he let me live. (more…)
Previous post: Grand Canyon – Elves Chasm and other waterfalls
Since some of us wanted to do a long hike, Walker (with suggestions from Mike, who had lots of experience in the Canyon) set up options: part of us could raft down the river a bit and do a small hike, and some could do a longer hike. Showing excellent sales and marketing talents, Walker named the optional longer hike “the Death March”. The Death March was an eleven mile hike, lots of climbing, but with Thunder River as one of the highlights. Much discussion ensued the night before over adult beverages concerning who would participate in which adventure. The fact that I had to choose from over 200 pictures for this post shows that choosing the Death March was wise; the scenery was unbelievable.
We were awakened early, this time by Dewey’s coffee call, followed by an enthusiastic “woo hoo”. I am assuming it was enthusiastic because Dewey was not attending the Death March.
We went downriver a few miles, and offloaded myself, Walker, my brother, Ron, John, Mitch and Alex. After bidding a fond farewell to those staying on the boat (and informing them where our wills are), we set off hiking along Tapeats Creek.
The hike immediately turned up, with a series of switchbacks that rapidly got us above the Colorado. We then paralled Tapeats, and eventually dropped back down to the water level, where Alex laid down in the water to cool off. (more…)
Previous Post: Grand Canyon – Bright Angel Trail
It is hard to describe sleeping and waking up on the banks of the Colorado River inside the Grand Canyon. I awoke a couple of times at night, with a magnificent view of the Big Dipper over the North Rim, something you just don’t see everyday. There were bats swooping down close to my cot, grabbing insects for their morning breakfast (and probably keeping the mosquitoes and flies away).The sun wakes you up, as does Walker’s yell of “Coffee!!” followed a bit later by “Breakfast!!”. The coffee is Cowboy Coffee, brewed in a big pot with the grounds in, poured through a filter. It was tasty, but whoever got the first cup (me twice!) got some extra fiber in their coffee. Breakfast was terrific.
To setup and break camp, we formed a fire line to load and unload our bags. Each camper had two compression bags, one for sleeping supplies (mat, ground cover and sleeping bag) and one for your backpack and clothes. We also each had an ammo can, which was mostly watertight. All three were numbered, mine with lucky number 13.
The rules of the camp are pretty simple:
We added the following unwritten rules:
Previous Post: Grand Canyon – The Start
Grand Canyon App in the Apple App Store
It was 13-17 degrees in the morning, causing the snow at the top of the trail to turn to ice. The plan was to leave at 6:30AM, but my brother Terry and I plus our guide Dewey (who was always on the river, so this was his first hike down from the rim) needed “yak tracks”, spiky soles that attached to the bottom of your shoes. The gift shop operator was nice enough to open a bit early, so we got on the trial about 15-20 minutes later that the rest of our group. Being from Texas, I was skeptical about “a little ice”. But for the first couple of miles, it would have been quite dangerous without the “tracks”.
I had my Blackberry (ok, start with the geek jokes, but I was “testing” for a new app we are writing….seriously) and had coverage all the way to Indian Garden. While in the ice, my mom called…then Dewey called his mom. Hiking down one of the natural wonders of the world, through the ice, with yak tracks, talking to our mothers…serious geek bonding there. Dewey had no idea what was in store. (more…)
Sounds exhausting, doesn’t it? It was.
But it was also a magnificent, once-in-a-lifetime experience.
It could have been a disaster. The U.S. Government, the weather, the people or the equipment, all could have conspired to make this a colossal waste of a week. But none of them could get in our way. (more…)
My review of Jonathan Mayberry’s 3rd Joe Ledger book, The King of Plagues, has been posted on SFSignal.com. If you haven’t read the books, I strongly suggest reading them from the beginning; they are all “can’t put them down” reads (and I have to read them immediately or my son will steal the books out of my hand).
The Chronology of the series (with links to reviews or download locations):