Litton's Weekend Adventure and Rock the Park

I couldn't even tell you how often I've been to the Grand Canyon.  It was a standard stop on our way to San Jose.  My parents made a couple of Christmas Cards of me standing along the rim, the canyon behind me.  We spent time at the Lodge, and read the history of the park; it dates to 1893, perhaps the oldest national park.


These two young guys hiked the park, telling the history of the place as they traveled.  They packed supplies that were "no landfill," no paper or plastic to leave behind, though they were eating out of Tupperware style containers.


They stopped at Phantom Ranch, wildly sold out, and only accessible by Mule.  It's one of few places that still gets male by Mule.  Everything old is new again. 


The Canyon was once home to Native Americans; you can still see their homes in the sides of the rocks, way above the floor and on the floor itself. The cave homes remind me of the caves of Mustang near Tibet, were sacred scrolls of monks can still be found in caves whose walls are decorated by handmade paintings. 


I found the wildlife intriguing; I've seen some of those featured myself. Even the rattle snake are interesting.


It brings back memories for me; I hope you all get a chance to be at the Grand Canyon, too.

Cave homes. Public domain.