Day 2 was supposed to be the "easy" day with a flat 7 miles. It was actually really nice...we got to camp in about 4 hours and were in the shade most of the time.
Starting out the day right...with pasty legs and unflattering shorts. Yeewoozah.
Sunrise in the canyon is a dramatic event.
Nick, clearly a morning person. Is this owling?
Woah, river crossing!
There was a side hike (immediately after "Asinine Hill") to Ribbon Falls, which was spectacular.
The rock was hollow on the inside. I think it wasn't eroded so much as formed...bizarre.
From behind the falls.
Wider shot.
Artsy water shot (Devin's handiwork).
Candid couple shot, courtesy of Devin.
Foraging on the way back.
Action shot!
Closer to camp than we thought!
Happy couple!
Then suddenly...this.
Ummm...so much for roughing it I guess. This is Phantom Ranch, where the slackers sit on their high horses down into the canyon and then dine in air conditioning and tell people they've been to the bottom of the Grand Canyon.
It's rough being at the bottom of the Grand Canyon, but someone has to do it.
I feel like this needs to be made into a charicature.
Possibly this one too. Aren't I...special? Also, that orange thing is my poncho. We left all our food in ammo boxes (seriously) to go take a dip in the river and when I came back a squirrel had eaten THROUGH that poncho because it was sitting on the (sealed) box! Those canyon squirrels are no joke.
Oh look, there's one now!
Nick is unconcerned. Those white things are the boxes we had to use to keep critters out of our jerky. No joke, folks.
Seriously, the heat hit him the hardest I think.
Overlooking Willy Wonka's death river (aka, the Mighty Colorado).
This was pretty much the afternoon. It was 124 in the sun and 108 in the shade. And 75 in the river.
Seriously, it was hot. And at the bottom of the canyon we were still nearly 30 times higher than at home.
It was like a little hot tub, but the opposite.
Here's the view from our private pool.
At 8 o'clock, they let us lower class citizens into the fine dining hall, and we had ourselves a beer.
I tried to get in on the picture, but succeeded not so much. Best mule Tecate in history though.
This kid and the faces he makes because he thinks I'll take fewer pictures...
Couple shadow!
Willy Wonka's river of death in the morning light. Still terrifying.
*shudder*
No big deal, just some epic scenery.
5 miles into the hike and we're at Indian Gardens. That thermometer read 70 when we got there and by the time we left it was above 80...in half an hour. Frightening.
That's the trail we hiked up!
This. Is not funny. With 40 lbs on our backs and over 5000 feet to climb, this might as well have read "you're going to die".
Preparing for the death march.
I bonked HARD mid climb, and couldn't keep my body temp in check. Nick was kind enough to get my goofy hat wet so I could keep my head a little cooler (and look more awesome, duh).
It was seriously gorgeous. We ended up resting every 10 feet or so because we were all bonking hard and getting really winded from the altitude change (seriously), which meant we got to enjoy the epicness of what we'd just done.
The clouds made for some really dramatic shadows.
There was a shocking amount of greenery on the trail. I just didn't expect that at all.
I mean really! Who'd want to grow here!
We did not avoid the mules at all. In fact, most of the way back up was covered in mule excrement.
The trail away from one of the water stops.
Seriously, who's sexier than me on a backpacking trip, huh? No one, that's who. Giselle, eat your heart out.
First "holy crap, we were just down there" moment.
Dev's good with a camera.
Almost there!
Seriously, it was practically paved on the last bit.
Shockingly, no hand rails.
Made it!!
Next up: doinking around at the South Rim, driving back to the cars, and Zion.
WOW. Stunning.
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I would have died from heat. I start whining when it gets to 85 here...
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