Rate this story I was in Arizona on a business trip and took a couple of days off to visit the Grand Canyon. After securing the proper Park Service permits, I headed off for a three day backpacking trip into the mighty canyon. I purposely picked a little-visited part of the canyon so I could indulge in my exhibitionist ways. I drove over what must have been 30 miles of washboard Forest Service roads to get to my remote trailhead. As I stepped out of my rental car, my body tingled with anticipation. After spending nearly a week in...
