North Rim

I don't remember anything about the drive from Tucson to the Grand Canyon. And I didn't remember that it was just Henry and I that walked down the donkey trail.

We took water (not in a glass jug, I hope) and saltines. We made the mistake of finishing the water before we turned back, something we both should've been experienced enough not to do. By the time we reached the rim we were ridiculously thirsty and, as I remember it, it was on the way back to our forest campsite that we spied a snowy hillside in the shade, across a wide meadow from the road.

In a move that would've driven Edward Abbey apoplectic, and would now probably result in jail time, we drove off the road and across the meadow and all the way up to the snow. We had a brief snowball fight and filled the cooler with the glorious stuff, pine needles and all. And got back before being spotted by Ranger Rick.