This morning, David and I got up early to be at the Grand Canyon Lodge to meet the Mule Bus. We boarded our mules and hit the trail around 8:00am. I was on board Annie (The Great Farter) and David got Watoba. We did 3 hours down into the Canyon (4,000 feet); had lunch at the waterfall that supplies both the North and South Rim with their water; and trudged back up 4,000 feet to the top. The views were amazing and I’ve never laughed so hard at animals passing gas! Maybe the funniest part was that David was behind my mule and his mule really liked to be close. Anyways, although pictures won’t do it justice, I’ll post a couple:
On this ride, we learned several things……first of all, the descent that we took equated to 2 billion years of the Earth’s history; mules don’t like to be petted on the neck, like horses do; if you are doing back country hiking here and you need medical attention, it will cost you $300 to get out of the canyon by mule and $3000 by helicopter, mules are like dogs….when one uses the bathroom, they all do, there are (on average) 80,000 visitors to the North Rim each year and 4-million to the South Rim and the Grand Canyon and all its glory can absolutely not be explained or displayed in pictures. It’s just something you have to see.
All in all, it was a great day. Riding mules for 8 hours wore us out, so we have dinner reservations at the lodge at 8:15pm and will probably get some shut eye after that. They do have a little saloon here at the Lodge that we might have a drink in, but it won’t be a late night for sure. We will be heading east from here on out. We have tickets to a Cross Canadian Ragweed show in Miami, Oklahoma Saturday night, then homeward bound from there……still a long ways away, but we’re coming. Toodles!
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