After finishing up our ascent out of the Grand Canyon, my son and I headed back to Mather Campground (that’s the standard car-camping campground on the south rim) to spend two nights relaxing and seeing some of the rim scenes.
We also met some fellow barefooters.
Let me insert here a comment about the shuttle buses. Last I wrote of them I’d not had a problem. But I needed the bus to get to the South Kaibab Trailhead to head down to the bottom of the Canyon, and then again when I finished, to get back to my parked car.
I had no problems then, either. In fact, I’m sure the bus driver had a good view of my feet as I got on just after having ascended up the Bright Angel Trail. So, that was good.
Our extra day was really pretty much of a relaxation day. We spent a bit of time driving out to the Tusayan Ruins (from the ancestral Puebloans). On the way back we could see thunderstorms over the Canyon.
(Click to get the full 1738×500 pixel version, made by stitching 3 photos together.)
Here’s our campsite—it had shade certain times of the day, but was not ideal. On the other hand, we were supposed to be out exploring the Canyon.
That is a 10×10 foot tent. That makes camping rather luxurious.
There was another barefooter event happening that day. Rick Whitelaw of the Barefoot Runners Society had organized a Rim-to-Rim-to-Rim runners event. The Barefoot Runners Society includes all sorts of minshoes, so I’m pretty sure that’s what all the runners were using.
He got in late on Friday and headed out (thus doing much of his running in the cool of the night—no rolling his eyes for him).
By later on Saturday, he had returned, and we stopped by his campsite for a howdy-do.
There’s Trace and Brendon (Rick’s sons), Rick himself, and my son, Ian.
There were others who participated, too. They, however, had arrived later, started later, and were still on their way up. These are the really extraordinary folks, not me with my barefoot hiking. They did about 41 miles in one shot, going down and up the Grand Canyon twice. That is just amazing to me. (It also took way more training than anything I did.)
It was nice meeting Rick and it was a fitting cap on our Grand Canyon visit.