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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Grand Canyon

A bit short this time, but computer and internet time has been short over the past few weeks.

I have started about three blogs, but I have had difficulty describing southern California. I met some great individuals, I biked passed about 7 million people, and ended it all with a trip to the zoo in San Diego. The zoo part of southern California was awesome, but the 94 red lights that stopped me in LA were not so awesome.

I spent a lot of time contemplating my travels beyond San Diego and I could write an entire blog on my internal dialogue, but in short, I decided to turn east and travel for a while within the lower 48. I took a train from San Diego to Flagstaff, Arizona, to avoid a vary large and very hot desert. From there I rode to the Grand Canyon! I spent a couple days at the South Rim (south side of the canyon), acclimating to the elevation (7000ft) and heat (high 80's and very dry). On the morning of the third day in the park I woke at 3am, packed my camp, parked my bike on a rack, and by 4:13am I was hiking down the South Kaibab Trail to the bottom of the canyon. By the time the sun rose at 5:11am it was about 75 degrees. After three hours of downhill hiking it was almost 90 degrees. I set up camp at the bottom of the canyon and spent most of the 110-degree day completely submerged in the cool and clear Bright Angel creek. After the sun went down I slept on the picnic bench under the open sky, watching bats and stars fly overhead. I woke up again at 3am and began hiking back up to the rim by 3:30. It is incredible how fast the temperature rises in the canyon as the sun rises. I began early enough to miss the hottest part of the day and the Bright Angel Trail hike back up wound through deep valleys, so I was not in direction sunlight until the last hour of the five and half hour hike. The hike as a whole was great. I'd like to raft the Colorado river at some point. Seeing the entire canyon from the bottom would be a unique experience.


After leaving the park I rode a different highway back to Flagstaff began planning the next several stops as I head east along Route 66.