|Viewing the canyon the day before the run.|
|At the bottom at the Colorado River.|
Pressing onward, we crossed the Silver Bridge, past Bright Angel Campground, and on to Phantom Ranch, total distance 9.9 miles in just under 3 hours. We were a little behind schedule, but I honestly didn’t care. It was already warmer than I thought it would be, it was already 70 at Phantom, and time goals were melting. I checked my blister, and it had gotten bigger. There was also a larger group of runners who had commandeered some of the picnic tables, and the flies and mosquitoes were buzzing around me, which annoyed me even more. I applied a blister gel pad, retaped it, and pushed onward. I headed out of Phantom Ranch in a bad mood, heading out ahead of Scott and Troy, knowing they would catch me.
|Going up the North Kaibab Trail.|
|At the top of the north rim at the North Kaibab Trailhead, halfway there.|
|Heading back south to Phantom Ranch.|
|Troy and Scott not feeling well at Phantom Ranch.|
Still 4 ½ miles to go to the top. Up. We finally made it to Indian Garden. My GPS had died, and I didn’t even look at my phone for the time. I was fading, just very, very tired from a day that should have been over a couple of hours ago. By this time, it had cooled off quite a bit, and it was getting breezy. Temps were back down into the 60s or maybe 50s I think. I tried to sleep on a bench at Indian Garden but just couldn’t get comfortable. I was getting chilled, it was windy, so I put on my arm warmers, hat and gloves, and after 30 minutes, I decided that I couldn’t stay any longer. I had to get myself out of the canyon. Now.
Troy was shivering a little. I had an emergency mylar blanket in my pack which I gave to him. Scott was sleeping hard, tucked into the jacket that he had started out in. Scott’s nausea was also gone in the cooler temps, and his numerous power naps gave him enough energy to get him through. He was doing much better. Troy was still feeling nauseous though, still not able to eat, and had dry heaved a couple of times. He had a couple of sips of my Coke before Indian Garden, but that was it. I gave Troy the blanket, wrapped him up, gave him a spare set of batteries for his headlamp since his was fading, and headed out. Up. I knew they had to get themselves out, but also knew that Scott was helping Troy quite a bit. They just needed some rest to do it. I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to take advantage of the fading energy that I had left.