First hiked down Kaibob and up to Bright Angel where we slept on the ground in summer of 1969. It was right after Woodstock and my Dad helped all the unprepared hippies. He was like the pied piper of sensibility and is still my hero. I took my boys down in 2005 and we camped at the bottom for one night. God, it’s just awesome…the beauty and power of this cut in the desert. The creek at phantom ranch is just what the Dr. ordered. Be prepared!! Be in shape. On our way out a gentleman had to be choppered out. It appeared he was having a heart attack.
The photo is of my sister, myself, and our Dad on the first go round.

