Father-daughter bonding doesn’t get much better than a hike down the Grand Canyon. Last summer my dad finally gave in, and took me to hike the Grand Canyon. Finally we began our trek from the middle of Kansas all the way to Arizona.
If you want to talk about some good quality time, talk about a 16 hour car ride. There was nothing but my dad and I, and the open road ahead of us. After 2 days of driving, we made it to the Grand Canyon, and I just couldn’t wait to hike it. And after one night’s wait, the real trip finally began.
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It was 9.6 miles from top to bottom, and of course, 9.6 miles back up. We started our hike around seven in the morning on a Tuesday, with enthusiasm and excitement. The canyon was beautiful, and every step was a step towards something amazing. But somewhere between the heavy back packs, the scorching heat, and the blisters on our feet, this amazing adventure became hard work.
We reached a point, by the Colorado River, that anyone would assume was the bottom, there was just no where down left to go. By this time, I was not a happy hiker. It was around one o’clock, the before scorching heat was climbing on the thermometer rapidly, the blisters reaching nickel size, and the back packs weren’t getting any lighter. And I’m not sure if it was to my amazement, or my disappoint that after hiking all the way to the bottom, we had to hike back up for a mile, before we would reach our camp.
I’ll admit, I was a bit upset that I had just hiked all the way to the bottom of the Grand Canyon, and now I had to go back up before we could rest, it just didn’t make sense to me. And after about another trying hour or so, at last we found our camp. Once we had rested, we decided to explore the place we had worked so hard to get to.
There was a thermometer hanging up, and the temperature read a stunning, 140 degrees inside the canyon. So I’m sure you can imagine how amazing it felt to put our feet in Bright Angel Creek. Animals at the bottom of the canyon were anything but spooked when you neared them. We got within 6 feet of a couple mule deer and squirrels would come right up to you, hoping you would drop a crumb of whatever it was you were eating. The river was a beautiful sight to see with the sun setting over it.
As the sun went down we set up our tent, and inside the tent felt like an oven to me, so I didn’t get much sleep. My dad slept by the door though, and he used our mini fan to cool off, so I assumed his snoring meant he got a peaceful night’s rest. And that was rest we both needed because at 4AM the next morning we were up to hike our way out.
I don’t know if it was just that I was so excited to get out of the canyon that day, but I found hiking up easier. I can’t say the next morning waking up in the hotel was the most pleasant though; we were the most sore we had ever been in our lives. Even though hiking the Grand Canyon was the most challenging thing I have done in my life, I wouldn’t trade it for the world and would recommend it to anyone.
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