We were hustling with determination up to Indian Garden. Our mission was to make the South Rim that night, no matter what. What we didn’t know at the time — at least I didn’t know — an ice storm was barreling down out of the Rockies taking dead aim. Our adventures at Indian Garden would throw everything out of kilter for the rest of the hike. But you’ll have to read about that, in the book.
More inexplicable juxtaposition, this time on the Bright Angel. Geologists tell improbable tales when discussing the serious matter of how artifacts like these end up where they end up.
I refuse to crop out the little sky. I refuse.
Bright Angel Trail, mid-afternoon below Indian Garden
Garden Creek Biota on the Bright Angel Trail below Indian Garden… mid-afternoon and already getting dark. By then, I’d grown accustomed to seeing trees growing in rock.