I wrote last month about my short hike in White Rock Canyon near Hoover Dam, which involved a fair amount of being thirsty and out of breath and feeling out of shape and wondering, as I lay on my back in a shady patch of sand, whether I was really cut out for the Grand Canyon hike I was going to start in two days.
It seemed like a fairly level hike, what with being on one long bed of sand and all. So imagine my surprise when I found this. That “mouth of canyon” to “trailhead” climb is the one that made me gasp. Nothing like what I’d be doing in the next few days, but I understand why it got to me now.
Man, I need a hike.
