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parked the car at the top, outside the Visitor's Center we finally got our
first proper look, and in the early morning sunshine the view was truly
magnificent.
A complex mixture of all the colors you can imagine, the landscape
before us was rich in reds and pinks and browns, and from where we were on
the south rim it was 4,500 feet to the river. |
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set the camera on a rock and took a quick picture (just in case we never
returned!) and headed off for the head of the Kaibab Trail, which we had
chosen for our descent. |
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| As
we approached the spot where we had been told the trail descends, it is
impossible to see how any trail could possibly cling to the side of such a
precipitous cliff. We stared out over the magnificent cliff and
wondered. |
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not until you're actually on the trail that you can see it, and we could
see tiny dots below us in the distance, realizing they were people who had
set off before us. |
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were carrying 2 liters of water each (more is needed in summer) and food.
The distances here are very demanding, and it is easy to underestimate the
time taken for walking. |
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it's not easy to get lost! Unlike
hill or mountain climbing, a walk into the canyon starts with a descent,
and ends with a climb of nearly a mile, at a time when you are already
exhausted. We were to learn this later! |
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the way down we took this incredible photograph of Lizzie standing on the
edge of the canyon, showing the Colorado River in the bottom. This
picture has hung in our houses ever since. |
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| Temperatures
in the canyon are significantly higher than those on the rim, and it is
not unusual for the temperature to exceed 120F in summer. Rain which
falls over the canyon does not usually make it all the way to the bottom,
where a desert lies a mile down. |
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is winter, and it is not going to get that hot, but by the time we have
been walking for an hour it is warm enough to strip to shirt-sleeves. The
trail is very dusty on the way down, and we have passed one of the donkey
trains which ply between the ranch in the canyon (called Phantom Ranch)
and the surface. |
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trail is deep in mule droppings as a result, and we are having to be
careful where we step. On
the way down there are marker boards at intervals telling us where we have
reached in prehistoric time. The whole of this part of northern
Arizona has been underwater at several times in prehistory, and enormous
deposits of sedimentary rock have been variously laid down and eroded. This
continual action has produced an incredible variety of rock types and
colors, and now that the river has cut a mile into the earth it has
exposed layer upon layer of this ancient, sedimentary material, rich in
fossils and increasing in age as we descend. |
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of the oldest rocks in the canyon floor are 1.7 billion years old, but the
work of the river has taken only 6 million years to produce the landscape
which we see today. |
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have decided to stay on the plateau, following the Tonto Trail, rather
than go all the way to the river. It is still twelve miles along the
canyon to a point where another well established trail, the Bright Angel,
can lead us back to the top, hopefully before dark. At this point we
are in a truly desert environment. |
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hardly ever rains here and the vegetation is mostly scrub and cactus, but
just occasionally we were forced to detour up side canyons with small
streams running down from the peaks surrounding us. |
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these little canyons can be found a wealth of plant life and some very
attractive trees and bushes. Lizards and butterflies abound, and we
are told that there are also owls, rabbits and rattlesnakes, although we
fortunately haven't seen any of the latter. |
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ground was constantly changing form, from hard rock to sand to scrub, and
all around were deposits of sedimentary rock, rich with fossils. A
geologist would have to spend weeks down here, there is simply so much to
see. By now the temperature is well into the eighties and we stopped
for a rest, a drink and something to eat. ...... |
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we stopped chewing and just listened we were astounded by how very quiet
it was. It was absolutely still and we could literally hear nothing
at all, except for the sound of our own breathing. Our isolation was
complete... |
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Half
way through the afternoon, just when we'd given up hope of ever finding
the other trail, we saw some telephone poles and an emergency telephone,
and we realise that we'd found the trail leading up.
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were now in a place called the Indian Garden, and hadn't seen another
living soul for several hours. It was good to at least know where we
were again. Pausing only for a brief rest we made our way towards
the base of the cliff which stood a mile high in front of us and began the
long climb home. |
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took longer than we'd thought and the pauses for rest became more and more
frequent, as we tried to calm the mad thumping of our hearts. How
old am I? Certainly too old to be doing this, and how embarrassed
will I be if I die of a heart attack half way up. What would people
back home say? |
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us we could see the trail winding down and down back to the canyon and were
amazed at how far we'd come. We were even more amazed at how far
there was still to go, and we began fixing our gaze on reference points
alongside so that we could convince ourselves that we were making
progress. |
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was also getting a lot colder as we climbed and we begin to put back on
the clothing we've taken off on the way down. The sun was going
down, casting long shadows and we began to be concerned about losing
daylight. It's only just over four miles, but it took us three hours
to finally reach the top, and then we realized that it was another mile to
where we'd parked the car. Won't make that mistake again! |
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the time we reach the car it is pitch dark and bitterly cold, and when we
arrive back at the hotel we realise that we cannot get out of the driving
seat, because our legs refuse to work. Conclusions from this
expedition are that we've definitely taken on too much, but would probably
do it all over again, providing we can survive the night.......! |
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The
following morning was again bright and clear. It promised to be another
great day, but we had to go back home. The time had come to leave and return to the ordinary world,
where things are on a normal scale and where there is perpetual noise and
movement.
But
after our experience, so close to nature, we will never be the
same again.
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