It was still winter and we searched for sun in the pockets we could find. Arriving at Indian Garden campground, our last campsite, we hastily set up our tents and rushed the mile and a half to Plateau Point for sunset.
|Looking toward the South Rim.|
|Hard to see, but that's where the devil's corkscrew climbs.|
On our last pre-dawn morning we packed up for the final time. Somberly we headed up for the final push to the South Rim. Our packs were light and we all walked at our own pace. Soon I was passing curious day hikers who queried me on what, exactly, I had been doing. The snow and ice started well below the rim and I "chained up" for the last climb. Before I knew it, I was on the rim.