azbackpackr wrote:Hiking a bike across Grand Canyon, is that even allowed?
While it is
allowed under very specific conditions convincing the authorities you never rode it while in the canyon is a whole 'nother story.
Three guys riding bikes from Alaska to Argentina made their traverse through the GC early 2007 with their bikes on their backs. (They began in 2006 and finished 3.5 years and 34,000 kilometers later) However it seems they couldn't resist riding at least once and the posted video was seen by someone of authority in time for them to be arrested in Tucson. They were hauled back up to Flagstaff and to make a long story short, for two Class B Misdemeanors (riding bike in canyon and camping w/o permit) they were sentenced to donate $500 dollars to Grand Canyon Search & Rescue Fund, spend 2 days in jail, 5 years of unsupervised probation and banned from all National Parks for 5 years.
Oh yeah and also:
During the 5 year probationary period we are not allowed to use any images or descriptions of biking/camping in the Grand Canyon on any internet site magazine, newspaper, or any other publication. We were required to withdraw all photographs, video footage and journal entries about riding our bikes/camping in the canyon. Furthermore, we have to publish this entry on our site describing the penalties that we incurred, as well as conveying the ethics and reasons why cycling in areas such as the Grand Canyon/wilderness areas is prohibited. The judge was also real keen on having us take a picture in front of the court and post it somewhere on the website.
The above can be found about a third of the way down this journal page for when they were in AZ:
http://www.ridingthespine.com/Journey/page/10
I was following their exploits back when it was happening and read many of their logs... my favorite was when one of the guys was alone on a stretch of frozen road in Alaska (many times they would be separated by miles from each other during the day) and being chased by a wolf for some time and was running out of energy to stay ahead when out of the blue a big truck came flying up, swerved over, hit the wolf, swerved back and kept on truckin'. But the wolf wasn't dead, and hitting it over the head with a large rock still didn't kill it so...
It seemed safely subdued and so I grabbed it by the scruff of it’s neck and began the difficult process of slicing its throat. By then, my comrades had appeared in dismay of the scene. To see me holding a bloody knife with a dying wolf at my feet did not readily resonate with their current paradigm of our trip (nor did it connect with mine). After more than a comfortable share of cutting, the wolf was ending its stay in this world.
I didn't take the time to dig through to find them now, but he posted photos of the dead wolf back in 2006.
So, they definitely packed a lifetime of adventure into 3-1/2 years.