Rim-to-Rim to Home

Sign directing us to the Ken Patrick and the Uncle Jim trails on the north rim of the Grand Canyon National Park

The last day of our trip up north, and we indulge ourselves by sleeping until 5:30. Since today is Sunday, we are assuming that others will be even slower than us and that by the time we arrive at today’s trailhead after driving south from Jacob Lake, we’ll still be early enough to beat the crowds. Our destination parking lot combines the launch point for those hiking the North Kaibab trail into the canyon with our trail that starts on the Ken Patrick Trail and continues on the Uncle Jim Trail. We are expecting a five-mile round trip. What we hadn’t bargained for nor came prepared for were the clouds of mosquitos that nearly turned me back more than once.

North Rim of the Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona

Those mosquitos were so thick I was close to panicking from time to time and started losing interest in taking photos.

Caroline Wise sitting ring side watching the canyon form while adding to the river that cuts through it.

This picture should tell you why we chose the Uncle Jim Trail; we had heard about the best view from a toilet in the southwest, with this pit toilet facing the rim just feet from the precipice. Not while sitting there, Caroline got busy finishing the work required for her Grand Canyon Discovery patch, at least out here on the rim with the wind blowing; the mosquitos were kept at bay. After nearly an hour of inspecting plants and bugs and reveling in the view, we began the hike back. The backside of the loop trail was halfway decent in regards to the mosquitos, but when we reached the point where the trail had forked, they were waiting for us. We ran the gauntlet and almost escaped unscathed.

Caroline Wise with Brighty the Brass Donkey on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon, Arizona

Caroline with Brighty the Donkey, who has quite a shiny nose.

Sitting on the patio at the edge of the Grand Canyon on the north rim

With some essay work waiting to be completed, we sat at the rim’s edge of the lodge while Caroline finished the details, and we awaited the opening of the dining room for lunch. Over lunch, we met Joe Evans of New York City, who divides his time between traveling America and volunteering on the Thai/Burmese border, helping refugees learn self-sustainability. It often happens that we meet some of the more interesting people when we ourselves are traveling. After lunch, we went back over to the visitor center for Caroline to collect her Discovery patch, and with that, the car was pointed toward home.

Vermillion Cliffs in Arizona

Leaving the north rim traveling east, this overview might be one of the best in the entire state.

Caroline Wise at Cliff Dwellers in northern Arizona

She was certain that she’d be able to lift this boulder off its puny pedestal and set it right back down; lucky for us, it didn’t just fall and crush her.

The Schultz fire in Flagstaff, Arizona as seen from Cameron, Arizona on the road to the south rim of the Grand Canyon National Park

Back through Jacob Lake, the windy roads, past Vermillion Cliffs, and over the Colorado River via the Navajo Bridge. Going south on the 89, we can see the smoke off in the distance and are desperately trying to figure out where it’s coming from. We scan the radio stations looking for a clue, no signs are posted about detours, so we continue going south. Then, just minutes before reaching Cameron, a station starts to tune in from Flagstaff; the 89 is closed near Sunset Crater north of Flagstaff. We ask ourselves once, what is the likelihood that we will be detoured right back up here? We decided on a Rim-to-Rim visit.

Caroline Wise and John Wise standing in front of the Grand Canyon National Park sign

We turn west on the 64 and are soon entering the south rim of the Grand Canyon – this is the first time we have visited both the north and the south rim of the canyon in a single day. While some people take the easy route and simply hike across, we took the long way and drove the 210 miles from rim to rim. At the entry station, the rangers hadn’t heard about the closure yet, but by the time we arrived at the Tusayan entry station, it was obvious from the mass of cars in line on a late Sunday afternoon with many pulling boats that probably were on their way to Lake Powell that they had been turned away from the road closure on the 89 and detoured through the canyon. Relieved, we felt like we had made the right decision.

The view in to the Grand Canyon from Desert View near the Watch Tower

While we are excited to be at the south rim, we also want to get home, and this two-hour detour isn’t helping us get there any quicker. But we can’t just drive through so we decide to stop at the Desert View Watch Tower. The view of the Colorado River below is a favorite, and the tower, designed by Mary Colter 78 years ago, is as amazing today as it must have been back then.

The Watchtower at the Grand Canyon National Park in Arizona

Of the building Mary Colter designed, we have been to Hermit’s Rest, the Hopi House, and the Watch Tower; we have stayed at the Bright Angel Lodge, and in October, we will visit Phantom Ranch at the bottom of the Grand Canyon. Strange enough, we have never stayed at La Posada, the luxury hotel she designed in Winslow, Arizona.

Sunset near Sedona, Arizona

We continued south through Tusayan and connected with Interstate 40 in Williams. On the other side of Flagstaff, we got a great view of the thunderously large billowy clouds rising from the fire. But just wanted to find the 17 freeway so we could go home, no time for forest fire tourism. The sky was bright orange as we drove past the red rock country of Sedona to our west; it would be full of stars by the time we got home. Starbucks in Cottonwood is a great midpoint pit-stop to find a pick-me-up cup of coffee. The rest of the drive was one of those long, boring hauls through Black Canyon in the dark we have made once too often.

North Rim Grand Canyon

Caroline Wise and John Wise at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon National Park in Arizona

Having spent the night at Cliff Dwellers Lodge in Marble Canyon at the foot of the Vermillion Cliffs, we had to wake shortly after 4:00 a.m. to beat the sunrise and get on the road early. The drive is only 75 miles to the north rim of the Grand Canyon, but with roads a-twisting it is a slow path. By 4:30, we are in the car, and at 5:45 we stop for a quick photo in front of the National Park sign.

Widforss Trail at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon National Park in Arizona

It’s only ten after six, we are on the Widforss’ trail.

Widforss Trail at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon National Park in Arizona

Through the forest along a well-defined trail, we began our ten-mile round-trip hike. This photo was taken as the light began to fill the canyon, and our trail made its closest approach to the rim.

Widforss Trail at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon National Park in Arizona

And back into the woods, through drainages, up the hill, and down the hill, we continue walking through the forest.

Widforss Trail at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon National Park in Arizona

Somewhere along the way, we pass an empty tent; its inhabitants already are gone, maybe to catch sunrise out at the point.

Widforss Trail at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon National Park in Arizona

It’s quiet out here, no throngs, no hordes, no screaming, just the early morning tweets of the avian population whose song is the perfect backdrop for nature’s stage. Squirrels scatter as we approach; we even catch a glimpse of the Kaibab squirrel, which only makes its home here on the north rim of the Grand Canyon.

Widforss Trail at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon National Park in Arizona

We take our time walking through the forest. Living in Phoenix, we are forever enchanted when we find ourselves in the lush, cool greenery where trees grow tall, and a carpet of green grows naturally. We have all day to wander; the alternative would be to stumble into the busy tourist zone, not that the north rim is all that overrun – it only sees a fraction of the visitors that go to the super crowded south rim.

Widforss Trail at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon National Park in Arizona

Finally, we pass other hikers, but they are heading toward us. Not only are they hikers they are carrying full backpacking gear. As we pass, they say something about their camp last night below the rim, unfortunately, they didn’t wait around to tell us more about their point of origin or how long they had been on the trail. A few minutes later, a small group of 20-somethings, we guess the owners of the tent we passed a few miles back come walking along. So far, we are the only people walking out. And then the floodgates open, first one couple passes us, then another, as with so many others on hiking trails, these people seem to be in a race to collect a prize.

Widforss Trail at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon National Park in Arizona

Widforss Point, we have arrived. Not bad; it only took us four hours to walk the five miles out. This is much better than our more typical leisurely one-mile-per-hour pace. One of the couples that passed us is already gone, and the second couple departs within moments of our arrival. We sit down at the picnic table and spend no less than an hour out here. Often, the thought arises about the people who build these remote trails. It’s likely that we struggle to carry ourselves out here, and these people move steel, wood, and cement to make bridges; they haul picnic tables out here and cut through stone and earth to make our way all the easier while we take a Saturday morning stroll in the woods.

Widforss Trail at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon National Park in Arizona

The sun is high up in the sky, and it’s close to midday as we depart Widforss Point. The people and kids are starting to stream in. As usual, after sleeping in and settling in for a late breakfast, the regular folk begin their amble into nature. With six, seven, and eight kids in tow, oblivious parents tolerate their screaming children intruding into the silence. They will not hear the birds or witness the animals in their natural habitat. The animals get their signal to abandon their wild behaviors and head to the trail to partake in a scrumptious, sugary, carb-laden diet that the two-legged creatures who spill food will supply to all those who scurry over. It is nearly a race for us to leave the trail before the other visitors catch up with us on their return trek.

North Rim of the Grand Canyon National Park in Arizona

Done with our hike we drive the short distance to Grand Canyon Lodge and the visitors center. Caroline has a mission today. We had heard that the ranger staff at the Grand Canyon was reluctant to help adults become Junior Rangers; well, at least out here on the north rim of the canyon, that is not true. With great encouragement, the ranger hands Caroline her Junior Ranger booklet and wishes her luck. Out rim-side, we take a seat, look into the canyon, and await the Ranger Program which is a requisite to earn your badge. Having to attend Ranger Programs is one of the positive side-effects of the Jr. Ranger system – in the past, we’ve been more interested in exploring the parks on our own, but each Ranger Program we’ve attended since January has been enlightening and thought-provoking. (Today’s program was about the geologic history of the Grand Canyon.)

Caroline Wise swearing in for Junior Ranger at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona

Not long before the visitors center was to close, Caroline went in with a booklet complete for all three age groups, was sworn in as a Grand Canyon Junior Ranger, received her Junior Ranger badge, and purchased three award patches for Raven, Coyote, and Scorpion age levels. Thinking she was done, we noticed a patch not earned and enquired about its status only to find out that it was the Discovery Program patch, “Do you want to do it too?”. Loaded up with a backpack full of tools and information, tomorrow will be spent earning another patch.

Transept Trail at sunset on the north rim of the Grand Canyon National Park

Our day ended with a two-mile canyon rim walk from the campground along the Transept trail towards the lodge and back.

Transept Trail at sunset on the north rim of the Grand Canyon National Park

Feet tired, we retired.

Lees Ferry

Colorado River from the Navajo Bridge in Marble Canyon, Arizona

We are standing on the old Navajo Bridge that crosses the Colorado River, looking out over not only the water but into the background. Back against those cliffs is our afternoon destination and a very important place; it is where the Grand Canyon National Park begins.

Caroline Wise standing in the Colorado river at Lee's Ferry north of the Grand Canyon National Park in Arizona

Caroline is standing in the Colorado River at Lees Ferry, where in 124 days, the two of us will board a dory for our 18-day paddle trip through the Grand Canyon. Not a day goes by that we don’t think of this upcoming adventure. We have read “There’s This River… Grand Canyon Boatman Stories,” a great bunch of stories from some of the adventurers who have guided many a boat through the canyon. “The Hidden Canyon” by John Blaustein and Edward Abbey features great photography and a classic Abbey account of his lusty relationship with women and nature. “Down Canyon” by Ann Haymond Zwinger writes a breathy view of the canyon from the perspective of a naturalist. “A Field Guide to the Grand Canyon” to learn more about the plants and animals. I recently picked up a new book titled “Day Hikes From The River” so we can better know details of some of the hikes we’ll be taking over the 18 days in the canyon.

Cliff Dwellers Lodge in Marble Canyon, Arizona

Caroline and I are trying to have our senses tuned to the complexity and grandeur that will greet us on this once-in-a-lifetime journey. To say we are excited and horribly nervous all at the same time would be an understatement. Tomorrow, we are going to the north rim of the Grand Canyon for a weekend of hiking. Tonight, we are staying here at Cliff Dwellers Lodge in Marble Canyon, Arizona.

16 Years

Caroline Wise and John Wise in front of the Grand Canyon National Park entry sign

Thirty days ago or so, on Caroline’s birthday, we found ourselves at the Grand Canyon National Park where back in 1994 right around this time of the year we were spending a brief honeymoon after getting married at the Little White Chapel in Las Vegas, Nevada. Today, January 12 we are noting our 16th wedding anniversary. What is tieing all of this together is that today’s photo shows us in the winter clothes we purchased during the last month of 2008 for a trip we were taking to Yellowstone in January 2009 to celebrate our 15th wedding anniversary, and our 20th anniversary marking the first time we met back on 17 January 1989. You see, these clothes that were worn to the Grand Canyon last month are being put to use again this year, tomorrow as a matter of fact. On Wednesday, January 13th we are celebrating a one-year anniversary of celebrating our 15th wedding anniversary that was spent in Yellowstone National Park by repeating our trip to Yellowstone. A kind of anniversary of the anniversary, an exponential celebration of embedded anniversariness. Next year we promise to spin out of orbit and do something different, but for now, we once again don our Jack London memories and embark on a journey north looking for wolves, bison, moose, eagles, and the beginning of our 17th year of happily wedded bliss.

Going Home

Bright Angel Lodge at the Grand Canyon National Park in Arizona

Attention: Well, this is embarrassing. I didn’t post anything at all about this day we were driving home after signing the big check to raft the Colorado River, so here in late 2022, I’m adding what I can. You’ve been warned.

Sure, we arrived at the Grand Canyon yesterday knowing things were snowy, but somehow we missed the weather report that said snow overnight was expected. We’re not prepared for this in our little Kia.

Road out of the Grand Canyon National Park in Arizona

I want out of here ASAP. We were assured that the road was graveled recently and that we shouldn’t have any problem but that doesn’t mean we weren’t white-knuckled and severely puckered about this escape from White Hell.

Heading towards Flagstaff, Arizona

Cold black pavement, that’s what we need, and more of it.

Wintery day in Arizona

If it snows past this point, it’ll be snowing in Phoenix when we get home. Good thing that never happens.

Going Rafting

A snowman standing sentry on the Rim Trail at the Grand Canyon National Park on December 12, 2009

And then the malevolent snowman whispered unto me, “Yellow ice custard, dripping from a cold mule’s eye. Snow igloo canyon wife, digitalis priestess, Boy, you been a naughty man you let your thermals down, I am the iceman, they are the icemen, I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob”. Then he winked and said, “Seriously, I am not dead, I’m merely frozen.” I don’t know if I got the shivers because I was cold, enlightened, or maybe a little crazy. But here we are out at the Grand Canyon National Park.

On the snowy Rim Trail at the Grand Canyon National Park on December 12, 2009

After the snowman gave us instructions to follow the long and winding snow path that leads to your door, we were soon walking rim-side bundled up and warm with my tripod gently weeping. Along the trail, we can’t help but notice all the cold people begging the question, where do they all come from? Ok, enough of the Beatle’s homages. We are here in the Grand Canyon for serious business. Today is Caroline’s birthday.

Snow covered rocks at Mather Point in the Grand Canyon National Park on December 12, 2009

Up before dawn, we left Phoenix around 6:30 for the 217-mile (351km) drive north to the canyon. Snow and cold greeted us not far from Flagstaff and stayed with us for the rest of the day. Along the canyon rim, the roads were snowy but drivable without chains – slowly. Our first stop was at the visitors center, followed by a short walk that took us out to Mather Point (this photo is just above). While we had on long undies, down vests, gloves, and hats, it was immediately obvious we would need to don our shell pants and jackets, fleece jackets, and the all-important balaclavas. With cold ears burning at your skull, all the core warmth in the world will be for nothing. All wrapped up, we were ready for a serious hike.

Snowy Grand Canyon shrouded in fog on December 12, 2009

First, though, we slowly drove to the Bright Angel Lodge, checked in, and lunched at the El Tovar before embarking into the cold outdoors. With a canyon full of fog, temperatures of 29 degrees (-1c), and a wind chill of 23 degrees (-5c), we were not about to slog down the Bright Angel Trail to Indian Gardens on this fine frozen day. Our options were sipping hot chocolate at the lounge in the El Tovar Hotel or a casual stroll 2.8 miles back to Mather Point along the Rim Trail and a bus ride back. We knuckled down and took the cold, hard adventure.

Caroline Wise signing our deposit check to raft the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon on a Dory in 2010

Speaking of adventure. Yes, we are in part here since today is Caroline’s birthday, but we also have taken ourselves cliffside to commemorate the signing of a check that is a deposit on an upcoming Grand Canyon adventure, which, for the two of us, will likely be one of the greatest experiences of our lives. It was just our luck that two people canceled their reservations for an 18-day dory trip on the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon. After many a conversation with nearly all the girls who work for the wonderful company OARS who answered all my questions, sent me literature, and dealt with even more phone calls, we finally received our invoice with instructions to send in our deposit. Not satisfied with just signing another check, I needed a momentous location to bear witness to our probably-once-in-a-lifetime grand adventure; what better backdrop than the Grand Canyon itself?

Late afternoon view into a foggy and snowy Grand Canyon on December 12, 2009

Now, with the ritual accomplished, there was little to do besides take in the foggy, mysterious beauty of the canyon on a day like no other we had seen while visiting this National Park. Other visitors shivered and walked briskly; we lingered and inspected the wintery details around us, staring into what should have been an abyss, where occasionally the fog would lift, and hints of the breadth and grandeur of this place that lay shrouded in winter hiding below would be exposed only to fall back into obscurity as air currents changed and fog once again blocked our view but opened new horizons of imagination of just what the many faces of the Grand Canyon can show those who desire to witness their beauty.