Kaibab Fiesta

Heading down The Kaibab during magic hour on the coldest day of the year was like getting a private showing at Dylan’s Candy Bar… few are present so you begin fumbling around scatter-shot. Only hardcore hikers or foolish old men come out in these conditions. It was seventeen degrees but I didn’t notice. Enthralled, I lost my sense of time, my vertigo… and my footing… the rest is in the book.

The Kasbah

The woman walking away up the trail is a seventy-one year old I met here at Cedar Ridge. “Annie” hiked down to Phantom Ranch that morning and is on her way back to The Trailhead. She was wearing Birkenstock sandals and unfazed by the frigid weather or arduous demands of The Kaibab. It took us five hours just to reach Cedar Ridge. Enough said. Annie is on whom I based the character “Cira” in the novel.