It is early February; a moderately packed blanket of snow speckles the forest at nearly 2133 meters (7000 ft) of elevation over the Grand Canyon's South Rim. A mixture aromas from high desert-like forestry fills one's nasal cavities, the freshness of air somewhat unspoiled by the presence of mankind is omnipresent.
6:30 in the morning, and my eyes slowly opening from a body that has been passively alert since 2:00 a.m. which marked my arrival. The thoughts of a solo adventure on my mind, into this time capsule, demand my attention. It is a journey that is or should be on everyone's list to do before they die; not that death is the precursor to motivate anyone for this journey, but that the reality that life is not forever. This being true, time is of the essence, relative to experiencing this extraordinary geological structure.
Back pack ready for my overnight in the valley of this natural treasure, adds roughly 20 kilo (45 lbs.) to my journey ready to accommodate my nourishment and insulation needs. And the photographer in me would not allow my camera to be left behind.
Because it is mid-winter, the tourist population is light, making the journey to the bottom of the Canyon a low traffic trek-- no more than eight people did I see, on my descent. Such conditions made the exploration all the more meaningful and introspective. Vast views from vertical and lateral perspectives provided the perfect landscape of analogies for how far and wide I would look within myself for questions and answers.
The camp site was inviting after the joint pounding descent, the relief of the weight under my back pack was also a welcome change. Surprisingly I took another 5 mile walk after setting up camp- just before the sun set. Narrowing canyon wall in the valley of time, almost pull you in, resulting in a slight struggle to convince yourself to stop and preserve your energy for needs over wants. I pass by the Phantom Ranch on a pleasant walk back to my Bridal Trail camp ground, the PR reminds me why I do not prefer to stay at sheltered location but desire something more rugged; I'm here because I am seeking a certain amount of lack of comfort not to be confused with discomfort. The open air, sounds of the natural environment and wide open sky, help me understand not only this space but my space. Amazing night skies plastered with stars provides another explanation for this journey, to learn what we miss in the more modernized environment.
Temperatures dipped below freezing, yet another threshold I would have to adjust for; one I would overcome. And so I learn more about myself. Sunrise would be at 7:29 a.m. and though I planned on a 9 or 10 a.m. departure, my stirring soul would not accommodate such a request. By 7 a.m. I was back on the trail again, on my journey upward.
On these journeys I find that I don't always go in looking 4 answers, but that I often emerge with answers I did not know I was looking for. I suppose it is the solitude which empties the space in my mind, the absence of the minutia in daily life; it is at times the prospect of encountering new friends; a discovery of new physical and mental level, a personal triumph etc. It is always to at least to be in a place I have not yet known, within and without. This journey is often undefined, yet always fulfilling.
For a complete slide show of the photos from this hike go to this flicker link.
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ReplyDeleteHey Richard!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kindness, I appreciate your words.
Welcome to Boston. Good for you following your dreams. This is a philosophy I live by and constantly work to be better at doing. It is a challenge but every day I find another way to be happy. Good fortune to you because I don't believe in luck. Perhaps our paths will cross at some point.
Be well,
Scotland