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Saturday night brought our usual Prescott rendezvous and dinner at my grandparent's house, and a selection of hike reading material at Haistings.
Sunday morning we headed for the Canyon. After a stop at Babbitt's, it was off to the Grandview Point parking nightmare. My brother showed off his sensible 30 pound pack, while I cursed my 70 pound beast, then we headed down for John's and Ryan's first Grand Canyon backpack. We arrived on Horseshoe Mesa mid-afternoon, then set up at the far east end of the campground. Mountain House dinner was enjoyed all around that night. Cold temps and a steady wind drove us into our tents early, and I drifted off to sleep reading harrowing survival tales in Backpacker.
Monday morning we hiked out to the end of the eastern arm of Horseshoe Mesa. The guys enjoyed the view of the Colorado, while I attempted to make crappy arrowheads from chert flakes. Afterwards our off trail excursion took us to the cave, where a guy from North Carolina joined in our amateur exploration of the underworld. In a very small room at the end of one passageway, we discussed at length the odd hollow sound underfoot, and whether there might be a massive chamber below filled with 16th century treasure from Cardenas' men, or perhaps just an awesome, undiscovered room. This went on until a loud fart sent us fleeing for our lives.
Back at camp for lunch, John and I began our usual heated (and moronic) discussion as to whether Ramen is intended to be soup or pasta. It's SOUP John! Your move.  Then it was down to Miner's Spring for a much needed refill. The arsenic really adds a crisp and refreshing flavor to the water. Before leaving, John went searching for a poop spot, but discovered a rattlesnake instead.
Heading back from the spring, we made our obligatory visit to the mine on top of the redwall, then returned to camp at dusk. After dinner Ryan busted out his popcorn and stove for our enjoyment of night sky theater.
Tuesday morning was oatmeal, in a mug carved from a soda can (thanks for the idea, te-wa), and then the hike out. John and I made it out in record time, and took a seat on the rock wall to delight nicely dressed tourists with our well earned stink, and our crude and obnoxious banter. Our soon reunited party returned to Grand Canyon Village for lunch at Maswik, after which John went home and the rest of us Sands' returned to Prescott.
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| "…you never know when a hike might break out" -Jim Gaffigan |
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