2 am – Beep, Beep goes the alarm clock and I roll over to start the stove for a cup of coffee. Worming out of the sleeping bag while putting on clothes carefully set aside last night and then the shoes get strategically laced up.
2:15 am – Hoot (Dave) and I hop into his rental car and struggle through the dark and insanely laid out roads of the Grand Canyon Village.
2:25 am – We arrive at a picnic area just off the Yaki Point Road and meet up with Bob, Emily, Rob and Bill. The temperatures are already warmer than we’d expected and layers come off before we even start.
2:57 am – A short walk brings us to the canyon rim at the South Kaibab Trailhead. A last group shot is taken and then we start down. Already other hikers and runners are on the trail and we see head lamps on the switch backs below.
Bob leads the way with a super bright flashlight, while I follow just trying to pace myself with the group and not bomb down the trail. Rob thinks we’ll all be taking fewer and shorter breaks than he will, so he pulls ahead. Bill lags behind a bit while I chat with Bob, Emily and Hoot and try to admire the stars as much as possible while also not tripping and ending my hike too soon.
Over and hour passes as we move along, happily downhill but remembering that we’ll have to come up this climb when the sun is out. After leveling out for a bit, the trail drops over another rim and we start to descend the inner canyon. Shortly, the sound of the Colorado River is first noticed and steadily grows louder. It’s one of the very few sounds that I can recall from the whole day.
4:40 am – I found myself at the front of our group of 4 and jogging a bit and catch up with two runners from Salt Lake City just as we all reach the Black Bridge over the Colorado River. I pause for a minute to rejoin Hoot, Bob and Emily.
After crossing the bridge we descend below the structure and walk a sandy trail to Phantom Ranch. The Ranch was dealing with a major break in a water pipe and we weren’t positive if there would be water available here. Luckily, they had reserve tanks for drinking water but I’d carried a bit extra and didn’t need to fill up yet.
5:00 am – While we’re standing around and stretching, the Ranch opens for breakfast at 5am on the dot. Bob leads us away and onto the North Kaibab Trail into Box Canyon. Emily recommends some books to read while bats occasionally flap through the circle of light from our head lamps. The trail takes us across the first of five foot bridges and Bob explains how the gap between the 2nd and 3rd is long and seems never ending when coming back this way. I make a mental note that the 3rd bridge came at 44 minutes from Phantom and hope I’m moving faster when reversing this section in the afternoon. The trail is particularly flat with a low gradient and I hope to run a fair amount later.
Hoot decides he’d like to do a bit of running now, so he and I depart from Emily and Bob and mix a bit of walking and jogging.
By now the stars have disappeared and twilight begun. It’s still dark in the canyon but we can turn off our headlamps and wonder when we’ll hit the sun. Hoot tells me that last year (when he descended the longer Bright Angel Trail) he hit the sun right at the Pumphouse. I think it would be nice to get even higher towards to North Rim before meeting the sun.
Soon we reached our first real obstacle, Mill Creek.
With all the snow melting from the North Rim, the creek was flowing pretty good. Neither of us wanted to wade across just above the short falls, so we went off trail towards the creek’s confluence with the Bright Angel Creek and located some stepping stones to keep our feet dry (mostly).
A bit of a bushwhack brought us back to the trail.
6:45 am – Hoot and I reach Cottonwood Campground. Rob is just leaving, and again says we’ll probably catch up with him soon. After adding a bit of water to our packs we continue up the trail expecting water at the Pumphouse in only another 1.5 miles.
Hoot stops for some pictures and I continue ahead and cross Bright Angel Creek one last time to reach the Pumphouse. I fill up on water (over 100 oz) and start as Hoot arrives.
A meeting with the sun is imminent as I climb the switchbacks while looking ahead to guess where it’ll catch me.
7:47 am – Inevitably, the sun and I meet. I switch to sun glasses, start applying sunscreen and try to slow down my pace a bit.
Just ahead I spot the bright orange and red of one of the Utah runners, slowly I close the gap between us and we both stop at the same spot for a photo of one of the seasonal waterfalls flowing over the trail.
Troy and I start talking and run through the usual subjects – “where are you from”, “have you done this before”, “done other ultras?”. The company helps pass the time as we hike along the exposed trail.
Occasionally, I look back and spot Hoot still moving and going at the same pace we are.
Troy stops to remove a rock from his shoe and I continue upwards, like Rob, sure that he’ll catch me soon. I’m trying not to think about my pace or the amount of climbing left to go. I’m just working on moving at a level I can tolerate well enough. Still my stomach is starting to feel a little off and none of the food in my pack sounds appetizing.
I reach the Supai Tunnel and am a little disappointed, for some reason I thought it would be longer. It is well placed to mark a change, for after crossing through the tunnel I notice the smell of pines and the mess of oak leaves on the ground. Also, passing Supai Tunnel has brought patches of snow.
The snow is welcome to put under my hat and down my shirt, but it’s slick surface makes the walking harder. I’ve also remembered that the tunnel means I’ve still got about 1,600 feet to climb to the North Rim. That feels like it will take forever.
Soon I run into Jenny Roach, who left the campground around 7pm last night to walk to the trailhead and descend the longer Bright Angel Trail. She wanted to do a hike of 50 miles (not my puny 42). She complains a bit about the snow, and getting tired overnight but seems to be doing pretty well. I was wondering when I’d see her, and that’s one mystery solved.
Another mystery soon sorts itself out, from behind comes Jeff charging uphill and running well through the snow. He asks if I’m coming or going to the North Rim. Unlike me, Jeff left the trailhead around 5:30 am, and has already caught me. Unlike me, what he’s doing could definitely be described as running.
All too soon, Jeff comes bounding back down the trail, but his speed doesn’t give me a good reference for how much further it is to the top. My altimeter watch still indicates several hundred feet to go when I see Rob. Rob says he just barely beat Jeff to the rim (with a 2.5 hour head start), and says “You’re almost there, but you know that already”. But I don’t, not until he starts down with another “you’ll probably catch me soon”, and I look up to see a sign not 30 feet above. My watch was reading far too low.
9:33 am – I take a short break to settle my stomach and get ready for a long stretch of downward motion. Troy arrives just as I’m about to leave and we take photos of each other. I pass Hoot at almost the same place that Rob and I passed minutes ago then start jogging the snow where I can and just hiking and letting my heart rate settle where I can’t run.
I wasn’t moving very fast, even while headed downhill. The terrain was steeper and rockier than I felt comfortable running, but just moving downhill was allowing me to piece myself back together a bit. Seeing everyone else was also motivating. After Hoot I saw Bob, Emily and Bill from our 3 am start group, and George, John and Wayne who started at 5:30 am. Other runners and hikers were also out on the trail.
All the snow melt waterfalls were a blessing on the way down and I stood under each for a few seconds to soak and could jog comfortably for a while after that.
A ways below the foot bridge, the trail began to level out more and became less rocky. I started jogging portions and went by a trail crew and thanked them for their work.
I was surprised that George hadn’t caught me yet on his descent from the North Rim and added a bit more jogging as I got closer to the Pumphouse.
11:04 am – Once at the Pumphouse I knew I still had plenty of water to continue to Cottonwood Campground, but I stopped to wet my hat and stretch my legs. Back across Bright Angel Creek I continued to mix jogging into my pace whenever the terrain allowed. Now I was starting to feel really good and knew 8 or so miles of mostly gentle downhill terrain was ahead.
11:27 am – George finally caught and passed me just before Cottonwood. John was fast on his heels but still at the water spigot when I arrived.
The next 7 miles to Phantom Ranch may count among the best experiences of my life. The terrain was easy, allowing me to jog quite a bit and the scenery was beautiful. However, beyond that I started to experience a deep sense of well being, bordering on euphoria, that I suspect is the fabled “Runner’s High”.
By now I’d actually “run” maybe more than I’d ever run before in my life. My other ultra-distance events had been mostly walking at a 3.5-4mph pace. So either I was experiencing a runner’s high, or just the initial stages of heat exhaustion.
Regardless, my and my great sense of well-being continued on down the trail, it wasn’t effortless, but I felt I could continue for a long time and didn’t particularly want the Box Canyon to finish. I remembered Bob saying the space between the 2nd and 3rd bridges would take forever, and I really didn’t care. Just running down this beautiful canyon was plenty. I was certainly cognizant of my pace and the time, but I was mostly aware of being lucky enough to pass through this incredibly beautiful area. The emotion was strong enough that I often started to tear up. Why hadn’t I done this before? I can see why people return year after year for the double crossing.
It was in this state, when I was sure that I was plenty lucid, just euphoric, that I encountered the first spaceman. As I came around the corner the humanoid’s back was turned to me but I was immediately struck by the huge yellow helmet it was wearing.
It was real, and not a hallucination. Miles from even the civilization of Phantom Ranch, these guys were dressed in full flight suits and helping to coordinate the helicopter drop of supplies to fix the water pipe that feeds Phantom Ranch.
They let me run by and the rest of my time through Box Canyon was punctuated with the helicopter flying overhead. Normally, the intrusion might have bothered me, but I didn’t mind its presence, only that I could keep running through this place of beauty.
1:10 pm – I arrive at Phantom Canyon for the second time and immediately head to the snack shop to purchase a lemonade. The girl working the counter asks how the hike down from the rim went, I reply that they were both nice. She realizes I’m doing the “rim to rim to rim” and asks how the upper canyon is, as she’s never been much past Phantom Canyon. Beautiful is about all I can answer, but I try to describe the waterfalls, wildflowers and snow on the North Rim. Either I was acting as strange as I’d felt for the last 2 hours, or she finally caught the my very sweaty smell, as I got a hint that I should take my lemonade and leave.
I spent 15 minutes reassembling the pieces of myself with the aid of a ice-filled cup of lemonade while sitting in the cottonwood shade of Phantom Ranch. I wasn’t sure I was ready for the long and mostly shadeless climb up to the South Rim, but loaded up with water I was ready to get started.
Or, almost ready to get started, I really needed to visit a bathroom before hauling any extra water up 4,800 feet. I headed toward the Colorado River expecting the restroom there to be open, but it was closed for cleaning. A sign directed me partway up the Bright Angel Campground. I figured that little detour probably cost me 15-25 minutes. Regardless, I stopped by the Bright Angel Creek on the way out of the campground to soak my shirt and hat before beginning the final leg.
1:55 pm – Crossing the Colorado River again and trying not to look up at what awaits.
I get a few switchbacks up and think I spot Wayne just ahead (he probably passed while I was in the Bright Angel Campground), looking back I spot Troy’s bright colors trekking towards the bridge.
I’m not sure what the best strategy is, take it really slow, or try to push hard to get higher and into cooler temps before my soaked clothes dry out. Not consciously making a choice, I seem to have picked option #2 and move pretty steadily uphill and think I’m gaining on Wayne.
40 minutes pass and I feel my energy waning. I slow down and think about stopping for a break, instead I push on a bit too far (foolishly wanting to hike for at least 60 minutes before taking a break).
By now I’ve hit the junction with the Tonto Trail and am looking hard for shade. I spot a boulder uphill and crouch down in its shade feeling dizzy. My heart rate is way up and I’m not sure I can eat anything. A few minutes of sitting and my vision is shifting in strange ways. I take a salt tablet, a bit of water and the breeze picks up. Slowly things come into focus again and I wonder if I’ll make it to the rim okay.
Troy emerges from the shaded porch of the restrooms about 100 feet below and I see him walk towards me. He’s got his head phones in, but I call out and he sees me. We chat briefly about the heat and feeling dizzy and I ask if he’d mind if I stuck with him. I need the company.
We both slowly hike upwards, stopping frequently to catch our breath or clear our heads and seeking out whatever shade we can. We leapfrog with some day hikers who “just” went down to the river and back. We stop caring that some pass us and are obviously moving better than us. Troy, it turns out, was also very happy to run into me. His 3 water bottles run out well before we’re halfway to the rim, and I’ve got water to spare.
At least the temperatures are dropping slowly as we climb up. The wind also increases and as we contour around O’Neill Butte we get an extended stretch of shade.
We take a long break at Cedar Ridge, and talk to a European visitor who hiked partway down to the river. Yes, we think we’re crazy too for doing this.
I stare at the map and eventually realize we’ve only got about a mile or less, but still over a thousand feet to go. Giving it a last push, Troy and I mostly complete this section without pause.
A few of Troy’s friends met us just below the rim and get our picture as we stagger to a rest after 14.5 hours.
In the last 5 hours I’d gone from thinking I can’t wait to do this again, to I’d never. Right now, I just know I need to lay down, which I do after Troy’s friends give me a lift back to the parking lot where Pete, Rob, Wayne, and others are waiting.
After 20 minutes I can move my body out of the way of cars and we drive to the visitors center to find cell phone reception so I can others know I’m okay. Poor Pete, who has to listen to me mumble about the experience and wait for me to pull myself together so we can get some dinner. Strangely, after watching me and others (including Jeff who was completely spent after his 8 hr and 15 minute personal record) in our post-event states, Pete is fired-up to do this himself.
Adam’s complete photo album
Dave’s (Hoot’s) complete photo album
Bill’s photos
Jeff’s report
Emily’s photos
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