Yes, its Grand.
We did the North Rim – given the other parts of our itinerary, the South Rim made no sense. And no regrets.
But before that, and after Bryce, we stayed for one night at two of these cute Airbnb bunkhouses in northern Arizona. Given it was the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend, there was nothing else available at a reasonble rate anywhere in northern Arizona or southern Utah. It was crazy. (Actually, after driving through, I saw a number of independent motels that probably had vacancies – I need to learn that for areas like this, I need to move beyond the online aggregate search engines for motels/hotels.)
Before we went to the Grand Canyon, we took a quick-ish detour to just drive along the Vermillion Cliffs…stunning.
Trust me, I will be writing a detailed series of posts on this trip next week. But I’m telling you, I was so moved by the Grand Canyon.
Morning at the Grand Canyon, North Rim. Both mornings started this way, and it was fascinating to watch the mist, fog and clouds rapidly rise up through the Canyon.
Skipping ahead, after we left Zion, we moved west and did some climbing. Because after a morning of riding almost twenty miles, what everyone needs is a hike through the desert to find Anasazi petroglyphs:
Rhyolite, a Nevada ghost town. It existed for less than ten years, at its height boasting of between 8,000-10,000 residents then the boom busted for various reasons.
A few days ago, we were a little chilly. Not today:
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