Grand Canyon is on most people’s Natural Wonder Must-See list, so it’s a good place to observe my vanniversary. I’ve been here before, but this time felt special. I sat at the rim, sort of meditating, thinking about the past seven years. And I was sublimely happy. To be there, to be alive, to be living this wonderful life. I’m so damn lucky.
On my way to Grand Canyon, I started thinking about hiking a little of the Bright Angel Trail. A mile down, a mile back up. The past week of hiking had emboldened me. There are people who run the Bright Angel from rim to rim—and back. Surely I could walk a little of it. I strolled along the west side of the Rim Trail to where I could get a look at Bright Angel. Ummmm... No. The uphill would kill me. Maybe I'd do it someday on mule back. Poor mule.