Captain’s Log: Thursday, 24 July 2014.
12:32 a.m.—Crying baby. Move along. Nothing to see here.
4: 12 a.m.—Crying baby. Move along. Nothing to see here.
6:28 a.m.—The day begins, as it must, with the kids having a pillow fight.
Somewhere along the way, Sarah said, “Didn’t you know it’s National Whack Scotty With A Pillow Day?” So naturally, I promptly grab a pillow and whack Scotty with it. Hey, I’m all about upholding traditions.
7:14 a.m.—We’re off fairly early. For one thing, the baby keeps waking us up, so if we’re not getting any sleep, we might as well go out and do something. And for another, we’re interested in beating the crowds. The road west of the Grand Canyon Village is shuttle-bus only. No private vehicles. It extends west along the rim for several miles and reaches several overlooks, finishing at Hermit’s Rest. The idea here is that the earlier we get to the bus stop, the less we’ll have to worry about crowded buses.
It works like a charm. The Parking Space Gods allow us a space right on the main drag in front of the Bright Angel Lodge, just a few feet from the shuttle stop. Hardly anyone is there. We climb onto a virtually empty bus. Score another one for Rope Drop!
7:28 a.m.—Our original plan was to ride all the way to the end and then work our way back, but the bus driver says they only make limited stops on the return trip at 3 overlooks. So we hop out at Mohave Point to check out the view, since we wouldn’t be able to see it on the way back. Let’s see what’s out there.
Thankfully, the air appears a bit clearer today. And we’re getting some cool light patterns from the clouds.
Scotty would like you to know that he is jawsome.
Well, hello there.
Scotty is getting in on the selfie thing. Sigh. Just by being Scotty, his are funnier than Sarah’s:
Here you can see a piece of the Colorado River below. Along with cool shadows on the cliffs.
A tour bus for the disabled pulls into the overlook and a gentleman in a wheelchair is helped out. As he rolls away, we convince the bus driver to take a family picture here. We get ourselves arranged, and I think we’ve finally got it. This is the leader in the clubhouse for the Christmas card picture! We have everything:
All family smiling and facing the camera: check.
Photo composed so you can actually see where we are: check.
Spectacular scenery in background: check.
Dramatic drop-off behind us, giving the appearance of danger and adventure: check.
Bus driver’s Red Bull can conspicuously displayed: check.
Wait, what? Well, it wouldn’t be one of our family pictures if there wasn’t something just a bit off. Usually, that means either me or Scotty. But you know what? This picture is still the leader in the clubhouse.
One more from this spot: a panoramic from Sarah.
7:45 a.m.—We hop on another bus and continue towards Hermit’s Rest. This bus driver is a little chattier, and has a great factoid for us.
“Just to give you an idea of the size of the Grand Canyon,” he begins. “Is everyone familiar with the
Grand Canyon Skywalk?”
We all nod. The Skywalk is that see-through observation point you may have heard about, built on Indian Reservation land towards the west end of the canyon, closer to the Nevada border. Visitors can walk out over the canyon and see directly below, through the acrylic sidewalk. In other words, mickeystoontown would love it.
Anyway, the bus driver points off in the distance. “See those mountain peaks out there?” he asks. We look, and way off to the west we can see the shadowy outlines of a mountain range on the horizon. He identifies the mountain range. “Those mountains are about a hundred miles from here,” he says. “That’s about halfway to the Skywalk.”
Our jaws drop. As I keep saying, we’re only seeing a tiny piece of this geological wonder.
8:08 a.m.—We’ve reached Hermit’s Rest. We try to commemorate this achievement, but Drew is more interested in Sarah’s iPod than he is in posing for pictures.
Hermit’s Rest is another Mary Colter creation, meant to be an outpost for visitors to rest and enjoy the views. It resembles…well, nothing, really. It’s a very unique structure.
We hang out here for a while. The kids are mostly interested in the items in the gift shop: Sarah is looking at retro postcards to decorate her room, Dave is looking at patches for his bookbag, and Scotty is looking at pins, similar to what you’d find at Disney parks. I’m looking at the price tags and hoping not to have an aneurysm.
You’ll never believe this, but Dave needed a bathroom break here as well.
8:27 a.m.—Back on the bus, heading east. Our next stop is Pima Point. More spectacular views, yadda yadda yadda.
Somewhere along the way, we run in to a nice family from Denmark and trade some more family pictures:
9:00 a.m.—We ride over to Hopi Point and hop out again. The plan now is to hike the rest of the way back to the Grand Canyon Village along the Rim Trail. The Rim Trail is exactly what it sounds like: a paved trail meandering along the rim of the canyon. It’s mostly flat (but not entirely), and was the best option for us to do any hiking at all in the park with small children. As the warning signs showed, doing any climbing may result in suddenly removing our shirts and vomiting.
9:30 a.m.—The kids, as usual, are racing ahead, wanting to lead the way on the hike.
Meanwhile, someone runs into a bit of trouble. You just can’t take me anywhere.
Here’s the view without idiots:
And with cuter people:
10:15 a.m.—We round a corner and are afforded views of the Grand Canyon Village and Bright Angel Trail, one of the main trails that leads hikers down to the bottom of the canyon, where you can spend the night at Phantom Ranch, near the shores of the Colorado. For Julie and me, this is a Bucket List item. Someday…
Although I’m not looking forward to that climb out.
10:38 a.m.—Here’s another cool set of photos that show off the size of the canyon. This one is zoomed in, showing a bend in the Bright Angel trail. See the hikers down there?
Now here we are zoomed out, with the Grand Canyon Village in view on the rim of the canyon. That same bend in the trail is down towards the lower left of the photo.
11:00 a.m.—Still hiking. This seems like a good place to take a break. I’ll leave you with a remarkable spot we found. Even in the most desolate places, life seems to find a way.
Coming Up Next: Sick of the Grand Canyon yet?