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Arriving at the south rim of the
From Mather Point we watched the
sunset cast its evening glow on the rock formations on the mile wide
and mile deep canyon. My two children talked with my wife and me about
our plan for the next day – to hike to the bottom of the canyon and
back up, a 17-mile hike. Clear, warm
weather was forecast. With map in hand we
located the
I slept fitfully in the Maswick
Lodge, waking every hour beginning at
Beside a sign describing the trail and the 5,000-foot descent awaiting us stood another sign warning of the dangers of attempting to hike to the bottom of the canyon and back in one day. “Do not attempt to hike the bottom of the canyon and back in one day,” the sign said. The National Park Service sign says that every year more than 250 people attempting this feat have to be rescued, many of them airlifted out by helicopter.
Most of those rescued, the sign warns, “Look just like this.” It’s a picture of a handsome, well-built 25-year-old man.
With sturdy shoes, comfortable
clothing, and a good dose of common sense, we began our descent. Almost immediately spectacular views of the
canyon were evident. About 10 minutes into
the descent, our two teen-agers were 100 yards a head of us. They waited for my wife and me at one point,
only to say they would see us at the
In a just over two-and-a-half
hours, and seeing fewer than a dozen other people, we had descended the
rocky trail to the
Eager to keep moving, we headed up the
Bright Angel trail that ascends nine miles to the top of the canyon rim. For a mile or so, the trail is flat and
parallels the river before turning and taking hikers up miles of steep
switchbacks. We stopped at
The final ascent was exhausting. The sky was clear as temperatures neared 90. We got sandwiched between two mule-trains kicking up dust. With a mile to go, we started meeting lots of day hikers who descend a mile or so and then head back up.
One tourist with a British accent looked at me and said, “My goodness man, you look absolutely exhausted.” I stopped to rest, but even being in good condition did not keep my legs from shaking or my knees from aching.
Our teen-agers made it to the top 15 minutes before my wife and I finally stepped on to the asphalt walkway at the top. The 17-mile hike took just over 8 hours. Along the way we snacked several times and each consumed about three quarts of water.
But the day was not over. We headed back Maswick Lodge for a shower and short rest before walking a half-mile to the famous El Tovar restaurant for a celebration meal. With no drinks, desert or gratuity, the tab came to $124.00. The food was great; the sense of accomplishment was even greater.
We talked about how fast we had done the hike, and we recounted the highlights of the day. The analogies of the Christian life were not lost on any of us. The path is narrow, rocky and steep. I kept thinking of this verse in the book of James: “Those who endure to the end will be saved.”