I was hiking the Grand Canyon while three months pregnant.
We started out at sunrise...
watched the sun climb over the canyon rim . . .
hiked through some wicked switchbacks . . .
but saw some beautiful country (these pictures do not do the canyon justice) . . .
I've never been so happy to see a dirty, muddy river . . .
or the lodge at the bottom of the canyon offering benches, fans and cold beverages.
We (aka Dave) set up camp along the creek . . .
and we threw ourselves in the creek . . .
to get relief from ridiculous temperatures.
But the heat didn't last forever and we had a great afternoon relaxing in the steam & reading novels, taking occasional lemonade breaks in the lodge. Sadly, I didn't get a picture of the best part of our trip: the 5-course beef stew dinner or the eggs-and-pancake breakfast the next morning. I was too ravenous to stop for photos.
I was even a little sad to say goodbye to the canyon the next morning at 5am, as we started our hike out...
goodbye, Colorado river!
again, we watched the sun rise . . .
as we trudged out of the canyon.
Goodbye, canyon! (can you tell i've read Goodnight Moon one too many times?)