Tame Impala made this moment.
How are these color combinations possible?
In his “Last Thoughts on Woodie Guthrie”, Bob Dylan said that you can find both God and Woodie Guthrie in the Grand Canyon at Sundown. Well this was sunup at the North Rim and I can tell you that something was definitely found here.
About 3 miles down the North Rim at 5:30 AM, the sun was knocking on night’s door.
The temperature at the rim was about 35 degrees when we started. At about 6 AM - 2 hours later and about 3500 feet down, the heat was kicked up.
I’m just going to put this disclaimer here: not a single one of these photos really captures the colors and light/dark dynamics of the Canyon. Your heart would stop every time you looked up.
The South Rim visible about 18 miles away. We’d be there by 11 AM the following morning.
There were no shortage of bridges to cross.
One of our many rest stops. The rule of thumb was this: every 5 miles or 1.5 hours (whichever comes first) we get 30 minutes with the shoes and socks off.
Me for scale
Ray for scale
Bright Angel Creek (which ran the course of our hike in for about 8 miles). Just out of frame to the right was our campground.
The path from Phantom Ranch back to the Campground.
Shots from first light on our hike on day two which started at 3:00 AM (to beat the heat).
A view from halfway up the South Rim facing North.
Without a doubt, this is where the sun comes to play.
Nearly to the top of the South Rim.
Another benefit of hiking a major tourist attraction - civilization is right around the corner. We grabbed this monster breakfast at the cafe about 200 yards from the trail head. Needless to say, we were not short of electrolytes that day.
Moleskin, foot tape, wool socks, and superfeet insoles keep the blisters at bay.
A shot from the top of the South Rim.
Aaaand we’re heading back down… in 110 degree heat.
The rock formations were extraterrestrial.
This wall was almost as large as a 20 story building.
Mars. With plants.
If you can zoom into the center of that dark mass of rock in the middle of this picture, you’ll see how amazing the sedimentary layers are folded over themselves. It reminded me of a lavash wrap.
The Colorado River is violent.
These guys, huh?
Water beats rock.
Our sleeping accommodations.
TAKE THAT, MADISON COUNTY!
There’s a guy on that ledge for scale.
Heaven and Earth.
Ray just crushing the hike on day 3. We started at 2:30 AM and had covered 8 miles by 6.
Look kids: Big Ben, Parliament.
That ol’ end-of-the-trail smile. One of the best feelings.