Grand Canyon is Grand

Well, we just got out of the Grand Canyon. Very different from how I (Alexander) remember it, but apparently it hasn't changed much in those 14 years.

We hit up the South Rim yesterday midday, stuffed our packs dubiously, and set off, like all bold explorers, on a shuttle bus. We eventually started on foot from Hermit's Trail, and trekked a couple hours West along the Rim. We wanted to get to Pima point, but footware and dusk encouraged us to stop at an unnamed prominence that was both secluded and a brilliant viewpoint. We strung up the hammocks, decided that sleeping above a cliff was a bad idea, and relocated them. We watched the sunset over the Canyon, took suitably posed photos, and curled up to sleep. That last point was tricky due to the bitter cold combined with a lack of cold weather gear. I know I slept a bit because I was snoring. Kim knows she didn't because she heard me. But it was otherwise a very beautiful night, and dawn brought a beautiful sunrise. Also, more cold. We hiked back to civilisation drove off and are now in the a Route-66-obsessed town of Williams.

The forest fire risk is moderate but the Mrs-Karnatz-Concern-O-Meter is "Reserved Alarm". Dead animal count is plus one due to the discovery of a goat skeleton in the wilderness. Alexander Driving Record for May 22nd is "No damage incurred (yet)".