As soon as you arrive at the Grand Canyon you are bombarded by safety warnings. There are signs telling you not to hike too far; to remember to take water and to eat well.
The catchphrase for the park is: Down is optional, up is mandatory.
Having done a lot of hiking in South America, where safety concerns are minimal, to say the least, I was trying to weigh up whether the Americans were being overcautious or whether that many warnings really were justified.
Within the first hour of our trek into the canyon, I realised what they were talking about.
We had decided to do a trail called the Bright Angel Trail and had chosen to walk to a point called the Indian Garden, a nine mile round trip, which sounded easy enough for a day’s hike.
We set off at 8am in order to have a cool start, with the the knowledge that it would get significantly hotter the deeper we got into the canyon.
The first hour or so was lovely. The switchbacks were not too steep and there was still plenty of shade from the steep walls of the canyon. Although we set off at the same time as a few other people, we soon found ourselves alone on the paths and fears of overcrowding were quickly dispelled.
Every time we turned a corner we were greeted by gorgeous views of the constantly changing landscape and even the layers of rock we were walking on changed from white to red as we got deeper into the canyon.
On the way down we passed people who had spent the night in the canyon walking out carrying their huge backpacks. They all looked hot and many joked to us about how much more difficult the walk up was, so we knew that we had the hard bit still to come.
On the way we also met a park ranger who was missioning up the paths as though it was a walk in the park (we later passed her coming down again and realised that she must just spend the whole day going up and down). She stopped to ask us where we were going and to check that we had sufficient food and water. I was very impressed with how seriously everyone takes the safety here, but with temperatures reaching almost 28C (82C) in June (when we hiked) it’s easy to see why.
As we got closer to the bottom of the canyon the temperatures rose and there was almost no shade. Luckily my big hat helped to keep most of the sun off my face and I was so happy I chose to take my Air Zone backpack. No sweaty back for me!
We arrived at the Indian Garden in two hours and 20 minutes and it was lovely to reach the little oasis of greenery, which seems to be controlled by the cheeky squirrels which live there. Be warned, they will try and get into your bags!
The walk must have been more tiring than I thought as after lunch I actually had a little nap before we attempted the walk out.
We knew that it would take about twice as long to walk out of the canyon as it had taken to get in so we set off on our return journey at 1pm. By this time it was very hot so we took advantage of any shade we saw to take a break.
I was amazed at how different the scenery looked as we made our return journey. As we walked back towards the canyon’s walls we could see that they were covered in trees and the greenery was so nice to see after the starkness of the rocks.
Going back was definitely much harder, but we knew we had plenty of time so we paced ourselves. There are huts three miles and 1.5 miles from the top of the canyon, which acted as good markers and also provided some shelter from the sun.
The one casualty of our day was my hiking boot which, after a solid 15 years of service, decided that the Grand Canyon would be a good place to die. After an emergency repair session I managed to make it out though.
As the sun got lower in the sky it was amazing to watch shadows form over the paths we’d just walked on.
We reached the top at just after 5pm – so six hours and 25 minutes of hiking in all – exhausted and covered in red dust, but so happy to have had such an incredible experience.
After a well-earned shower we went to the historic El Tovar hotel and were pleasantly surprised to find plenty of space on its deck. Sitting there and watching the sun go down over the canyon, knowing that we’d hiked into it, was a perfect end to the day.