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Grand Canyon "You cannot see the Grand Canyon in one view, as if it were a changeless spectacle from which a curtain might be lifted, but to see it you have to toil from month to month through its labyrinths." - John Wesley Powell

"The region...is, of course, altogether valueless. It can be approached only from the south, and after entering it there is nothing to do but leave. Ours has been the first, and will doubtless be the last, party of whites to visit this profitless locality." - Lieutenant Jospeh C. Ives on his 1857-58 expedition to the Grand Canyon

April 2006:
(a 20th anniversary hike!)

On April 15th, my friend Doug Bloom, his son Bobby, and I departed Denver for a weeklong adventure in the Boucher area, Hermit Creek, and Monument Creek camps along Grand Canyon's south rim - exactly 20 years since Doug and I first experienced the Canyon together in what seems like another century (well, actually, it was another century!)! And, appropriately, we exited the Canyon on Earth Day and were safely back home in time to be with our families before the new workweek.

As you can see from these photos we had a great time experiencing a wide variety of climes and terrain between the 6,000 foot rim and 2,300 foot Colorado River. Most of the time we had the entire area to ourselves. At other times we were delighted to share camp with other hikers or even accept cold drinks from passing raft parties. Some days were long and hard with nearly ten miles of some very difficult trail (even our permit warned that the itinerary we had selected was "EXCESSIVELY DANGEROUS!") while other days were filled with much deserved rest and relaxation. Somehow we survived it all and plan to go back sometime soon!

- Roger J. Wendell, April '06

Going through Utah, after starting out in Denver, we got a
pretty good look at Mexican Hat, Hole-in-the-Wall, and other
Utah marvels. Once on the Canyon's rim, we used the Park
Service shuttle, to Hermit's Rest, instead of parking at the
trailhead. Hopefully private vehicle use will be even more
restricted in the National Park of the future?

Leaving Denver

Bobby does the driving

Mexican Hat, Utah

Starting at Hermit's Rest

Grand Canyon Shuttle Bus

Starting down the trail

A little hard on the knees but going down was steady with
extra water available at Santa Maria Spring. I drank freely
from the spring but highly recommend others purify it first!

Bobby Bloom

Nice view...

Santa Maria Spring

Bobby and Doug

Roger J. Wendell

Roger's 7,000 Cubic inch pack...

Great views with some level walking could be found along the
the Tonto at times! Once we reached the river camp was really
easy to set up since we didn't need to use our tents (although
we brought them along - just in case...

Looking toward North Rim

Hermit Trail

Looking toward various Temples

Bobby and Doug

Bobby and Doug

Camp at Hermit Rapids

Comfortable beach conditions, at Hermit Rapids for two days,
allowed us to hike around and do a little bouldering, Yoga,
and other relaxing stuff while we enjoyed the clear air and
fantastic views!

Bobby checks on dinner...

Early morning for Doug!

Starting the stove

Protecting our food...

Hermit Rapids (Class 9)

Roger alongside Hermit Creek

Rodents are a problem in the more heavily used areas of Grand
Canyon. Purifying water is always important, almost everywhere you
go on the planet these days! By the way, those are somebody else's
packs being protected from mamilian raiders. Our packs, because we
planned to stay for an entire week, averaged between 45 and 55 pounds
when you included water along with everything else.

Bobby purifies our water...

Protecting packs from rodents

Park Service food canisters

Tonto Platform

Roger at a junction...

Hermit Trail

Click Here for my page on toilet matters...

Roger at Monument Creek toilets

Roger sits...

Three Monument Creek toilets...

Click Here for some photos of insects I found in Grand Canyon...

That pinnicle, in the middle of Monument Creek, is as tall
as most buildings in a small city. My old Gregory Cassin backpack
is approaching a quarter century of use and probably won't last
much longer...

Doug, Bobby and the Tonto!

Monument Creek

This way to Granite Rapids...

Hiking in Monument Creek

Near Granite Rapids

Roger's old Gregory Cassin pack

Camping by the river was very relaxing and warm. We didn't
need tents and the rafters seemed happy to throw us a few
cold drinks at the drop of a hat!

Rivers Rafters

Near Granite Rapids

Rafters line up...

Calm river...

Inner gorge...

Colorado River

On our last morning we got out of bed at just after 3 am and
started hiking at 4 am sharp. Diane was camping nearby and asked
if she could join us and we agreed. Although somewhat risky, we
all enjoyed the night hike a great deal - stopping, occassionally,
to turn off our flashlights to admire the nightime magic around us.
It took us slightly over six hours to reach the rim from Monument
creek campground - probably an hour or two faster than most... In
earlier incident, my hand brushed a cactuse while trying to set up
for yet another photo - Doug assisted me in removing the spines...

Bobby and Doug

Removing cactus spines...

Roger's ground cloth

Monument Creek camp

Hiking out at night!

We made it!

For this '06 adventure, the drive to Grand Canyon, from Denver via I-70, took us about 10 hours. The drive home, via Highway 160 over Wolf Creek pass, took us about two hours longer as we made a stop at the Four Corners monument in addition to picking up some extra cash at the Ute Mountain Casino. Gasoline prices, when we started the trip, were just over $2.95 a gallon - probably quadruple what Doug and I paid on a similar Grand Canyon trip exactly 20 years earlier to the day! And, while we were in the Canyon gas prices went up nearly 10 cents per gallon for our return. I have more about "Peak Oil" on my Fossil Fuels page...

Miscellaneous Grand Canyon
photos from over the years:

Colorado River April, '93

Near Crystal Rapids

Roger J. Wendell 1997

Karel Karásek 1991

Karel does Grand Canyon Yoga 1991

Here I am in the bottom of Grand Canyon (near Tanner Rapids) in November 1998. This photograph was taken by my brother Randy.

Here's a shot from August 1992 (I was 36 then) Despite the extreme heat we decided to take a route devoid of streams or the Colorado River...

Here's Randy in the bottom of Grand Canyon (The Camera is looking towards the confluence of the Colorado and Little Colorado Rivers) in November 1998. This is one of the few photographs that were taken by me - I'm too lazy to carry my own camera. Anyway, notice how the water, on the left, is coming in blue while that on the right is tradtional Grand Canyon mud red. That's because the goofy dam they built, up river in Glenn Canyon, is acting as a giant silt trap - completely contrary to what nature intended...

Here's a photo Randy took of me clinging to the side of the Royal Arch Route. There is actually a required rappel, further down this trail, because it descends down a rock face - there aren't too many trails like this one around!

Boucher Rapids '93

Me "making" water

Tonto Platform

A bit lost near Boucher...

Havasu 'Baaja

Havasu 'Baaja (Havasupai, meaning the-people-of-the-blue-green-waters) is a wonderful little country that's part of Grand Canyon and immediately adjacent the National Park. I've been through Havasu 'Baaja, and even Supai, a number of times while accessing various parts of Grand Canyon. The Reservation has allowed me, and other backcountry users, access through their lands for some of the Park's more remote use areas - Thank You!

Me and the Canyon:

By the year 2000, at my best estimate, I had visited Grand Canyon (there's no "the" in its name) at least 15 times. Obviously I love Grand Canyon but you'll be surprised to learn that I don't think it's really that special of a place. Don't get me wrong, it's certainly wonderfully magical, just like you may have heard or seen for yourself. However, for me, Grand Canyon is really just a remnant of what much of the American west used to be, and should be. My life has been lucky; my parents first took the four of us kids to Grand Canyon during a 60s road trip. Since then, my wife has shared driving duties to get me there as an adult and my own kids have hiked it with me as well. I've been in the Canyon with Randy, Tony, Doug, Bobby, Karel, Rogy, Tami, Amber and a host of acquaintances met along the trail. One time, unplanned, I even met a coworker down there - both of us were very surprised!

Anyway, my different trips to, and through, Grand Canyon have been as varied as that ancient terrain is itself. I've been along the Colorado River, in a steady drizzle, while wild snowstorms raged on the rim a mile above me. I've been in box canyons so hot in midday sun that I thought I'd pass out just trying to guide my brother to a nearby tributary to relieve his own heat sickness.

Some trips have been short, like the day my son, and our exchange student and I hiked down to Phantom Ranch, bought some over-priced candy bars, and hiked back up at sunset. Other trips, like with Randy or Karel, have been ten days, or longer, with not another person to be seen along most of the Tonto's meandering length.

At the bottom I've met wonderful poets, professors and plain people just like me. I've met backcountry rangers three days from anywhere and jail escapees (on Horseshoe mesa) roasting whole chickens on a pinion that they'd just cut down (highly illegal but criminals are difficult to stop...). I've dined with boy scouts, nudists, naturists, and philosophers at about every camp between South Bass and Tanner Rapids.

I'll keep going back, even if it means using that same campsite where Karel and I suffered without food or fuel for a few days. Or maybe it'll be that spot one north rim evening where Randy and I were spellbound by a display of heat lighting so brilliant our hands shook trying to set the camera.

Yes, Grand Canyon hasn't seen the last of me. Alone or with others, I'll be back. My prayers will continue too. The prayer for wilderness and our birthright to clean air, open space and nature will be with me when I'm there as well...

- Roger J. Wendell

Grand Canyon Backcountry Permits
(and their evolution!)

April, 2006

(back side)

August, 1992

(back side)

April, 1986

(faded back side)

My, how times have changed! If you click on the first permint, the front side for April, 2006, you'll see at the very bottom of the permit where they've written; "NOTE: EXCESSIVELY DANGEROUS HIKE! Hiker insisted on itinerary!" And, of course, park fees are considerably higher than they used to be as well...

- Roger, Spring 2006

Grand Canyon Stuff:

Click Here for Garrison Keillor and his humerous thoughts about Grand Canyon...

Click Here for my and Doug Bloom's report of a meteor sighting near Grand Canyon in April, 1986...

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