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Gettin' Outta Town
Sept 21, 2013
Rim to Rim to Rim
What an adventure!
I only found out about this hike a week or so before it was to take place. None of the 4 of us had done any training for it either, but having hiked rim to rim about 4 years prior, I had an idea of what I was going to do to my body in this attempt at the Death March (the whole hike from south rim to north rim and back in one continuoushike, hoping to make it in about 24 hours). My hiking partners were to beDesiree ,Lynn , and John. Saturday was
Our plan was to leave
We had been stoked to do this trip, so sleep on Thursday night was fitful for me and Friday night seemed like I did not get any, but my friends said I must have fallen asleep in 1 minute due to my snoring they could hear. But I tossed and turned and did not feel really rested when I heard the alarm at 3AM.
We had taken 2 cars so we drove one to the Bright Angel trailhead, piled into the second car and parked it outside the road to
We made our way to the
The group ahead of us set a fair pace so we stayed with them, passing slower hikers, but we were almost run over by a group of Japanese hikers running down, who we caught up with after the half way mark, helping one of their male speedsters who must have twisted an ankle. One other was carrying his pack on his chest while another guy was shouldering the limping hiker. They did this all the way to the North rim.
At about 6.5 miles past Phantom Ranch, John said he needed to sit and we backtracked to a stream crossing to soak our feet and eat lunch. Poor John had blisters all over both feet and his ankles were killing him. Rather than putting him out of his misery on the spot, we chose to let him walk back to Phantom Ranch and wait for us to pick him up on our way back across the Canyon. Our target was to top out at the North rim and turn around and head back picking John up about 10PM. Wrong!
Desiree, Lynn and I headed north getting slower as we approached 22 miles and climbing 7000 ft up from the bottom of the Canyon.
We reached the top at 6:30PM. We knew we were going to run out of food since we had consumed so much of what we brought to get here. Some people waiting up top for another group gave us 3 bottles of Gatorade. Then I heard my name being called. One of my volleyball friends, Tim, was there in the parking lot waiting on some of his friends to come out. He graciously offered to take us to the North Lodge to get some hot food, but we sent
After eating and having Tim take our North rim picture in the head lights of his truck, we got back on trail at 7:30PM. One and half miles down, we came upon two hikers, one crouched on the ground with covers on, who was so dehydrated he had been throwing up.
Then we headed back towards Phantom Ranch to pick up John. Slowed by dark, hiking downhill and being careful not to trip up or place a pole too close to the edge, we arrived back at Phantom Ranch with Lynn and I both bonking after 38 miles. Desiree was our Angel keeping us going with you-can-do-this positive reinforcements. We weaved our way back to Phantom at 2:30AM and could not find John. We later found he had walked out with the last group to leave Phantom Ranch at 2AM.
Too tired to continue without a rest of any kind, we decided to try to catnap on the benches.
Once we reached
Those last 4 miles seemed to take forever. They are always slow, even when you are only doing a down and out hike. We reached the top at noon on Sunday. 48 miles total. 26000 ft elevation change. About 30 hours including all the stops for pictures, rest, water, food, and attempted catnaps. We were exhausted, extremely hungry, but happy to finish.
At the beginning of the hike I was packing:
2 bagel sandwiches with Canadian bacon and cheese
a medium Peter Piper Chicago style pizza in baggies
peanut butter filled pretzels
8 GU pouches
8 Gatorade powder mixes
2 mixed fruit cups
4 pop tarts
100oz Camelback bladder of water
A 32 Oz Nalgene bottle of water to mix powder into
a bag of Ibuprofen
The only items to come back out were a few dry granola bars.
I figured we burned about 22,000 calories each in that trek. I was starving for steak for the next 2 days!
Why did we do this torturous thing to ourselves? We'd hiked many times in the Canyon, doing the typical down
This was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Done! I won't ever do it again. No need to.
Now it's off to another bucket list item next year. Desiree and Lynn want another crack at 14,550 ft Mt Whitney since they were turned back by Mother Nature in August. I will join them. Maybe they will come with me to
They did, but that is another blog.
Until the next blog, keep gettin’ outta town.