My Dispersed Campsite |
It was such a beautiful morning, with a few clouds to keep the sun at bay. I had a wander along the forest track I had parked off, not having any idea how many dozens of miles it went on for. I occasionally loved to just wander down a trail, not knowing what was round the next bend or over the next hill, just for the pure enjoyment of exploring something that I had not planned for. The danger is I can often end up hiking for miles without realising it. But I had to get back because I knew I wanted to walk one of the North Rim Trails, the Widforss Trail (named after an artist who used to paint in the area), out as far as Widforss Point.
I got to the trailhead and was sorting out my provisions and water supply for the trip, when I met Chris who owned the adjacent van. He had hiked out to the Point the day before, camped out and had just got back. He thought the view was as spectacular as that from Bright Angel Point, but there wasn't a horde of people there. We got chatting about my adventure, and how he would like to have a similar trip, but he was locked into just a few weeks each year until he retired. He was a teacher, and we talked around that subject, and came to similar conclusions that I had with Mimi a couple of days earlier. Many American kids were not receiving discipline at home from their parents, and teachers and police were not given free rein to discipline kids; a mirror of Britain in a way.
Then along came two couples who Chris had met on his way back from the Point. They had just done a short walk. Once they found out I was from England, Gene said he and his wife had spent some time out there, in Wilmslow to be precise. He had been a civil engineer, and had been employed for some time by Railtrack in the early 2000s, upgrading tracks around that region. He told me all sorts of tales. At one point he had been based at Manchester Piccadilly station, and he used to walk over to my old university, UMIST, for a cheap lunch. He told me he used to end up talking to professors, who must have thought he was a professor too, but when they eventually found out he worked for Railtrack they soon took him to task over the poor rail service. The couple had hiked extensively around Britain. I thought good for them, they had gone out and discovered Britain, and made the most of it.
An Unusual Lizzard |
Wild Turkey |
As I was driving past a meadow on the way back from the trailhead, I spotted a wild turkey with a couple of its chicks hidden in the grass; these were quite common all over North America.
I had time to take a shower at the North Rim campsite before heading down to the North Rim Lodge. I had read that an Old Time Fiddle group was performing on the verandah from 6pm, and I wanted to see and hear them.
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Evening Glow Over the Grand Canyon from the North Rim |