Back From Arizona, Part 2
Saturday, March 17th, 2018
Ron and I spent the past week in Arizona. In my last post I talked about some of the sites on the way to the Grand Canyon. This post is about our canyon hike, down and then back up the Bright Angel Trail.
We arrived at the Grand Canyon late on Friday. After a traumatic but ultimately successful search for parking outside our hotel, we made it to our room. Very cold outside! We knew that rain was heading our way, but it wasn’t due to arrive until late Saturday. Regardless, we were going in.
The next day, Saturday, we set out from our hotel at 9:25am. The weather was cold with high clouds, but no rain yet.
I’d hiked part of the Bright Angel trail once, long, long ago, in the summer. It had been so hot! This time, there was ice at the start of the trail. We went carefully and soon left most of the people behind, although there were always others on the trail, including some long-distance trail runners.

It wasn’t long before the temperature warmed up. We paused to take off some layers and then, stopping only briefly to snap a few photos, we made our way to Indian Gardens, 4.6 miles down the trail and a 3,000-foot drop in elevation. Yes, the downhill muscles were a bit tired of downhill at this point!
We had lunch and debated if we should add an extra three miles to our trek by heading out to Plateau Point. My courage was fading as I looked up at the cliffs we would have to climb to get out, but then I interrogated someone who’d just returned from the point and his enthusiastic recommendation decided us. We headed on.
Fortunately, this section was nearly level — and totally worth the effort. The view of the Colorado River was amazing! Absolutely the highlight of the hike.

Well, it was getting late. The day had been beautifully overcast, with curtains of rain over the north and east sections of the canyon. Great hiking weather. We hadn’t gotten wet yet, but it seemed inevitable. We set out, going at a steady pace, and sure enough the rain caught up with us, the drops hitting the light-colored trail dust, turning it dark. We got a little wet, but the rain was fairly light and kept us cool. Eventually I put on my rain jacket, mostly to avoid getting chilled.

Where there had been ice in the morning, there was thick gooey mud in the afternoon. That was kind of a bummer, but what can you do? We tromped on and managed not to fall down (thankfully we had our hiking sticks which helped immensely), and we reached the top a bit before 5pm. We’d done twelve miles on the trail and a bit more than that given that we walked to and from the hotel. So this was one of our longer day hikes — and a terrific one. The highlight of our trip.
I didn’t do any fiction writing while we were on the mainland. A whole week with no progress on the newest novel! But I wrote this post on the plane, so as you read this I’m already back to work.









The first step, of course, was getting there. We flew into Phoenix and took a couple of days to drive north, stopping at six National Monuments on the way. These monuments exist to preserve relics of First Nation pueblo life, but I admit the three things that excited me most were three natural features.
The second feature I gushed over — pun intended — was the entirety of Montezuma’s Well. Here there is the well itself, which is a deep pool surrounded by cliffs. Water from a limestone cavern gushes into the bottom of the pool at a furious rate, causing sand to swirl, meters deep, above a bottom that no one has ever accurately measured. Despite this, the pool’s surface is calm and quiet, giving no hint of the turbulence deep below. Water drains from the pool through a series of cracks so that the water level rarely varies. 
Limestone caverns create some amazing effects. Montezuma’s Well is one; the “blowhole” at Wupatki is another — and it’s the third feature on my list. Wupatki is an area set aside for its many pueblo ruins, but there is also the blowhole. In Hawaii, a blowhole is a hole in shoreline lava rock, one that goes all the way through the shelf of rock to the ocean. When big waves roll in, the water slams under the rock and shoots up through the hole, creating a column of spray. A blow hole in Arizona is completely different. I don’t really understand why it works beyond “differential air pressures†but air was continuously rushing out of this small hole, creating a strong wind. And if the barometric pressure were to change the flow could reverse and air would rush back in. Amazing. (The picture shows the stone frame constructed around the blowhole.) 
It’s not really a good idea to go on vacation right before a book launch, but circumstances worked out that way so I spent the last week in Japan with Ron, my daughter Dallas, her husband Ed, and a new camera which I don’t know how to use. For most of the trip I had the camera inadvertently set on some kind of burst mode and I haven’t had time to figure out how to pull individual shots, so all but the first of the photos below are from the second to last day of our trip.
Home again and happy to be here!
I thought I’d post a few “travelers tips†in no particular order – just some thoughts and perspectives gleaned from the short time I’ve spent in Japan.
Ron and I are lucky. While neither of us speaks Japanese, we always take along our daughter Dallas, who speaks a little and can read a lot more. We’d be lost without her.
Foreigners can purchase a pass that will let them ride the Japan Rail trains without the hassle of purchasing tickets for every ride. We bought seven-day passes that allowed us to ride any train in a large area around Osaka, including certain routes of the Shinkansen. Take only one smallish suitcase and pack light so you can easily lift your suitcase onto the luggage rack. 
Sasquan, the World Science Fiction convention of 2015, was held a couple of weeks ago — August 19 to 23 — in Spokane, Washington. Other than the Nebula awards weekend last year, this was the first SF convention I attended since the 1990s, and it was a lot of fun! 




