Saturday, April 7, 2018

Grand Canyon - Quest for a Sunset

***Photo-heavy post ahead****  (You've been warned!)

After hiking the South Kaibab Trail to Cedar Ridge, I took a return bus to the Grand Canyon Visitor Center, and from there hopped on a different one bound for the Village.  This packed-to-the-gills bus wound through crowded roads, made even more so by heavy road construction in the park.  We riders were finally deposited at the Bright Angel Lodge.


Expansive vistas at Trailview Overlook

The rim trail adjacent to the lodge was swarming with tourists.  Never in my wildest dreams, did I expect to see so many people visiting the Grand Canyon on a Wednesday in mid-March!  (I later learned this particular week coincided with Arizona's spring break)  Walking along the paved pathway was an exercise in frustration.  People were everywhere!  I couldn't snap a photo without getting at least half a dozen bodies in the frame.  And forget about going anywhere fast - the trail was clogged with slow walkers and stopped people gazing into the canyon.


The Bright Angel Trail looks like a bunch of squiggles

Although only mid-afternoon, I'd hoped to arrive early and scope out a good place to capture the sunset.  But this crowded walkway was definitely not the place.


Colorful layers

Scouring my park map, I noticed another bus route took visitors further west to a place called Hermits Rest.  This seven-mile journey featured stops at nine viewpoints.  I had a few hours to burn until sunset, so I decided to escape the Village madness and go west.  My new plan was to hit all the viewpoints along the way, finally ending up at Hermits Rest in time for sunset.


One more from Trailview

The gusty winds that had accompanied me on my earlier hike out of the canyon seemed to have intensified.  While waiting in line to board the Hermits Rest bus, they whipped through the crowd of hopeful passengers, chilling us all.  I was prepared with hat, gloves and extra jacket, but many of the folks I saw were shivering, clad in only shorts and t-shirts.


Maricopa Point

When a bus finally arrived, it was a relief to board and get out of the wind.  The cozy bus sped away towards Trailview Overlook, our first viewpoint.


Wrinkled features

It was so nice to be warm, I initially planned to stay on the bus, and pass up the first viewpoint.  But as we approached Trailview Overlook, the bus driver glowingly said it was "the best view on the route" and we shouldn't miss it.  Plus, he promised once we got below the rim, we'd be out of the wind.


Canyon rim close-up

Well, that driver only got one thing right.  True, the vistas were absolutely stunning.  I could see back towards the Rim Village, with all its hotels and shops (and people!).  The Bright Angel Trail zig-zagged below, looking like a bunch of orange squiggles.  And the adjacent eroded rock formations were spectacular.


Maricopa Viewpoint

But as our busload of people climbed below the canyon we were hit with gust upon gust of wind.  It nearly blew the hat off my head.  So much for no wind below the canyon's rim!  Instead of slacking, off, instead the wind appeared to pick up speed.  I braced myself against the guardrail, steadying my camera, trying to keep things in focus the best I could. 


Stunning colors

Needless to say, nobody hung around the viewing platform very long.  After five minutes, we were all back at the bus stop waiting for the next shuttle.


Powell Point

Lucky for us, buses ran every 10 minutes, so the wait wasn't long.  Back on the shuttle, it was a quick hop to Maricopa Point.


View from Powell Point

Again, I was loathe to leave this warm, wind-free shelter.  But I'd come here to photograph the scenery, not sit on a bus.  So once my ride came to rest at the Maricopa Point stop, out I went.


Hopi Point

Maricopa Point was mighty spectacular also (it's part of the Grand Canyon, how can it not?).  After prowling around, snapping copious images, I returned to the bus stop for a ride to the next overlook.


Glimpse of the Colorado River

Powell Point and Hopi Point were the next two overlooks, and of course I stopped at each.  I noticed fewer people getting off, and most of the folks that I'd started with on my first bus weren't around anymore.  But I did seem to meet the same husband, wife, and teenage boy at every viewpoint.  Finally, I introduced myself and we had a good chat.  The fun of travel - meeting nice people from all over.


Zoomed in

The wind continued to be a nuisance, but when you've traveled a long way specifically to see the Grand Canyon, you put up with whatever the weather dishes out.  I noticed clouds gathering on the horizon, and remembered that tomorrow's forecast had predicted snow flurries. 


Nice light on the trees

At Hopi Point I got my first glimpse of the Colorado River, far below the Canyon's walls.



Bus stop


Besides capturing the wide, colorful panoramas (which were so tempting to fill a memory card with) I also zoomed my camera's lens as far as it would go, trying showcase some of the canyon's finer details.


More close-up features

Loved the jagged, red lines on this image.


Red lines

I spent way too much time at the next two viewpoints. 


Clouds moving in

Finally, 5:30 pm had me pulling into Mohave Point.  This particular bus driver mentioned that Mohave Point was a good place to catch the sunset.  With only an hour to go until sundown, I decided a quick tour was in order, otherwise I'd never make it to Hermits Rest.


Mohave Point

But....again I was captivated.  The overlook here had an amazing view of the Colorado River's blue ribbon, shining so far below.


Golden light

People were already staking out sunset-watching spots.  I noticed many groups sitting in choice locations, bundled up against the wind and rapidly-dropping temperatures.


Rain falling far away

At 6 pm, I walked back to the bus stop, hoping to catch a final ride to the very end of the road.  But after waiting a long 10 minutes, no shuttle was forthcoming.  Calculating the time it would likely take to reach Hermits Rest vs. the amount of daylight remaining I came to the realization if I was gonna catch the sunset, I needed to stay put.


Pink clouds and rain

So back to the overlook I traipsed.  By now, a sizeable crowd had gathered near the iron railings.  Boldly I shuffled my way to a spot along the rails, and staked out a viewing spot.


Colorado River far below

Now for the wait.....a cold, windy wait.  I passed the time snapping shots of the expansive canyon views and Colorado River below.  The clouds also put on a show, turning several shades of pink, and producing wispy virgas that dangled across the sandstone formations.


Last light of day

I'd left my tripod in the van (yeah, I know I'm a lazy photographer) so to capture the disappearing light, I turned up my camera's ISO and stabilized it by bracing my lens on the guardrails.  Seemed to work okay - I was vindicated upon noticing another photographer having a hard time keeping his tripod stable in the gusty wind.


Sunset glow

Sadly, cloudy skies kept the nighttime show at bay, and the only good light we had was a brief orange flash as the sun sank below the horizon.  It did, however, illuminate the clouds with a nice orange-pink hue for a few short minutes.


Setting sun turns the clouds red

And then, that was it.  The show over, people began leaving en masse for the shelter of a warm bus.  I lingered a few minutes longer, capturing one final image of some spectacular cloud wisps over the canyon.  Then, walking in the dark while trying to stuff my camera into it's bag, I tripped on the uneven, rocky surface and went down.  My right elbow took the brunt of the impact, mostly because  I sacrificed it to keep my camera from harm.  (That's what we photographers do)  I ended up with a nice purple bruise for my efforts, but luckily that's as bad as it got.


Last image after sunset

Well, I didn't make it to Hermits Rest, nor the last three viewpoints, but I did see a lot of wonderful scenery and managed to catch a tiny sunset.  Boarding a return bus back to my campsite, I reflected on the amount of ground covered during this very full day on the South Rim.

Maybe tomorrow morning I'd finally capture a sunrise........



If you've missed any of my Grand Canyon posts, click on the links below:
The Introduction
Critters of the Canyon
Of Hikes and Mule Trains


P.S.  Bonus points if you made it all the way through this post! :)

Monday, April 2, 2018

Grand Canyon - Of Hikes and Mule Trains

Of course I couldn't travel all the way to the Grand Canyon and not hike below the rim.  Originally, my grand plan was to hike down to the Colorado River, stay overnight at Phantom Ranch, and climb back up to the rim the following day.  BUT....as I discovered, beds at Phantom Ranch sell out thirteen months in advance, and you have to be online at the right time to snare a cancellation.


Near the South Kaibab Trailhead

On to Plan B......a short hike below the rim and back up.  A much more sensible option, as my fitness probably wasn't ready for a 5,000 foot climb.  Plus instead of burning both allotted days hiking down and back, this would allow more time to fully explore the South Rim.


Looking down on a switchback

I'd initially chosen the Bright Angel Trail for my first foray into the canyon.  But after strolling the rim trail that first morning, I perused information boards at the Visitor Center.  All the major canyon hikes were detailed here, including the South Kaibab Trail.  To my amusement, this trail featured a place named "Ooh-Aah Point."  With a name like that, how could I resist?  Curiosity getting the best of me, I decided right then and there to change my destination.


Twisty, turny trail

Just a short bus ride from the Visitor Center, late morning found myself and a few dozen fellow tourists deposited at the South Kaibab Trailhead.


Lots of people out hiking today!

Knowing I'd be making frequent photo stops, I waited until the entire mob of people from my bus had filtered down the trail before beginning my journey.


More "Oh my gosh" views

Worked like a charm......not only did I have the trail to myself (with the exception of a few uphill stragglers) there were lots of people in my photos, which I prefer as it shows scale.


Perched on the cliff

And, oh were there photo subjects!  From the adjacent red layered canyon walls, to the sharp switchbacking trail, to the breathtaking canyon bottom spread out in a colorful panorama.


I think that's "Ooh-Aah" Point

The scenery was magnificent!  There was lots of photo-taking happening that's for sure.  I don't remember how long it took me to travel the 0.9 miles to Ooh-Aah Point, but nearly every one of my bus-mates beat me there.


Tons of people here

Finally up ahead I spotted a rocky outcrop lined with people.  That must be Ooh-Aah Point! 


Gotta prove I was here!

Arriving at the viewpoint, a tiny sign confirmed my location.  Seeing my big camera, a nearby group asked if I'd take their picture at the sign.  After clicking several images, I had them return the favor.  Gotta prove I was here!  (Photos or it didn't happen, right?)


The trail continues down

I found a spot amidst the crowds to sit, have a snack, and people watch.  Lots of cell phone photo attempts and selfie sticks.  Quite amusing to observe.


Red trails

I noticed most hikers who'd made it to Ooh-Aah point continued further down the trail.  From the trailhead sign, I remembered that the next viewpoint, Cedar Ridge, was only another half mile away.   I could do that!


The scenery was A-plus!

The next portion of the South Kaibab descended steeply.  It wound through a large cactus field and over an outcropping of red soil.


Breathtaking

The views continued to be jaw-dropping.  Hard to make much forward progress when all I wanted to do was capture the scenery in one more photograph.


Cedar Ridge far below

Finally an open ledge gave me the first glimpse down to the next destination.  And what did I see?  A mule train tied up by the viewpoint!  I'd been hoping to encounter a string of the National Park's famous beasts of burden.  Excited, I quickened my steps in hopes of making it to Cedar Ridge before the group left.


Made it to Cedar Ridge

Turned out I didn't have to worry.  Not only were these mules and their riders taking an extended break, the group would be traveling up the very trail I'd be ascending shortly.


Mules!

So I had plenty of time to prowl around these lovely mules, taking photos from every conceivable angle.


Mule train taking a break

I even got to chat with one of the riders, a friendly lady who was more than willing to share her experiences.


These hard-working animals made great photo subjects

Used for transport in the Grand Canyon since the late 1800s, mules are the choice for traversing these steep, rocky trails.  These sturdy beasts are more sure footed than horses, and don't spook easy.  Mules also are able to carry much more weight.


Almost time to go

While chatting with my mule-riding friend, we noticed a hiker who approached one of the mule guides, and pointed to something further down the trail.  The lady guide hopped on her mule and took off quickly.  We learned that there was a hiker is distress and the guide had gone down to render assistance.


So true

Despite numerous warning signs and cautionary language on park literature and websites, every year many people get themselves into trouble hiking the Grand Canyon.  As an experienced hiker, I know climbing back up a steep trail is no joke.  The day I hiked into the canyon the weather featured lovely cool temperatures in the mid-50s.  I could not imagine climbing up this trail in the heat of midsummer.


One last image before my climb back up

Although it was tempting to continue my trek down to Skeleton Point (another 1.5 miles and 1000 feet further) I decided this was far enough for today.  Yes, I could probably make it down and back up, but this would burn the entire afternoon and it would also likely tire me out for the rest of the day.  There was more of the South Rim I wanted to see - I still had a sunset to capture after all!

So I took a nice long break at Cedar Ridge, resting my legs, drinking water, and having another snack.  Then refreshed, it was time to tackle the 1100 foot climb up to the rim.


The mule train catches up

The trail between Cedar Ridge and Ooh-Aah Point was murderously steep.  But, used to hiking in the Columbia River Gorge where every trail goes straight up, I just put one foot in front of the other and kept going.  Soon, Cedar Ridge below me began growing smaller and smaller.


There they go

To my delight, I spied the mule train slowly trudging up the trail behind me.  Although not speedy, those beast's four legs were much quicker than my two, and it wasn't long before the group of mules and riders began to pass me by.  No problem - it was a great opportunity to get some action photos.


Large cactus patch

My return trip wasn't nearly as pleasant as the descent.  Climbing upward was hard work, and although I was in better shape than many of my fellow hikers, it was far from a walk in the park.  Then the wind began to pick up, gusting strongly while blowing dust and sand into my eyes.  And, following the mule train, I had to dodge "road apples" that the mules left behind (don't want to step in that!)


I kept catching the mule train

I didn't take near as many photos on the way up.  Of course, I'd captured things pretty well on the downhill trip, and the dusty weather wasn't good for cameras anyway.


Goodbye mules

But I did get the camera out periodically  to capture a few final images of the mule riders as they slowly wound their way up the steep canyon walls.


Winding up the cliff

Although short, it was a wonderful introduction to the heart of the Grand Canyon.  But upon reaching the top, I immediately caught a bus to the west side of the rim.  There was no way I was missing tonight's sunset.  Which you'll get to see in my next post.....


My previous Grand Canyon posts:
The Introduction
Critters of the Canyon