Warning Signs and Pride-Lessons From the Grand Canyon

Why do find it easy to follow some warning signs and ignore others?

Why do find it easy to follow some warning signs and ignore others?

Pain laces my first few steps each time I get up to walk anywhere, and the pain has increased twofold since yesterday. But I learned some things on Sunday that I wouldn’t trade for all of my sore muscles and the two blisters on my feet

It all started on Friday when I discovered that Pedro’s group of bicyclists for our school’s Super Sunday activities only included three students (so they didn’t really need me) and that the group that planned on hiking from the rim of the Grand Canyon to the Colorado River and back to the rim lacked a female chaperone. For some reason, hiking 16 miles appealed to me more than a two-hour mountain biking trip, so I volunteered. I have a history of accepting outlandish physical challenges and failing to properly prepare, so this time I would prepare.

My alarm went off Sunday morning and I jumped out of bed, ready to relax a little before the rigors of the day. And then I looked at my phone and realized that my 3:00 am alarm had not gone off and I should have already arrived at the bus! I texted the group leader and he graciously agreed to wait five minutes while I threw on my clothes, grabbed my trekking poles and ran out the door. I despise lateness and I take pride in always arriving on time.

By 7:55 we had parked the bus near Bright Angel Lodge and everyone stood in line for the last ‘real’ bathroom break until we returned. The warning sign in the stall caught my attention, and I thought to myself, “That’s ridiculous! How many people have they caught drinking out of the toilet bowl?”

The view from the top can deceive the hapless hiker

The view from the top can deceive the hapless hiker

The group gathered to look over the rim towards our destination—a crevasse in the canyon clouded in morning mist and bright shafts of sunlight. We warned students about keeping properly hydrated and fueled, and then took off down the trail—breezing by the sign that warned hikers to never attempt to hike from the rim to the river and back in one day. I figured my role at the end of the group would allow me to snap a few photos on the way down, and if a student decided that they couldn’t make it, I’d have a way to entertain myself whilst we waited for the others to head back up.

Black-chinned SparrowI carefully followed the advice about proper hydration and food intake, and every twenty minutes or so, I had a handful of nuts and M&Ms and a drink of water. I also kept my birding obsession to two stops when birds I hadn’t seen before happened to sing out close to the trail (I hoped to see a California Condor, since I’d seen reports that they frequented the area).

When I reached Indian Garden (4.5 miles down into the upper part of the canyon), a student looked up and said, “Oh! There’s Mrs. Ojeda. Where did she come from?”

Another boy replied, “She’s like a skin walker (a Navajo ghost). When we went hiking yesterday, she was so far behind I could barely see her and then I turned around and she was standing right there!”

The end of the oasis at Indian Garden

The end of the oasis at Indian Garden

This made me laugh. I just kept a steady pace (and ignored the advice about resting for at least 5-10 minutes every hour to reduce lactic acid build-up in my muscles—I had stopped to take some photos, and didn’t want to make the group wait too long for me).

After filling up our water bottles, we headed out again—this time our legs had a mile or so of gently sloping terrain before we dropped down into the bottom of the canyon. The cottonwoods and willows provided a beautiful, shady canopy, and a spring-fed stream gurgled and helped me think cool thoughts as the temperature rose. From up on the rim, I never imagined the beautiful dichotomy of the desert canyon with an oasis springing up at the halfway mark.

When one hikes to the bottom of the Grand Canyon, one will travel through five ‘life zones’ (does this mean that one ages more quickly due to the strenuous nature of the hike?) that equal starting in Canada and ending up in Mexico (and then hiking back up to Canada—all hopefully before dark).

Other warning signs, we chose to ignore...

I won’t drink toilet water, but I will try this!

We passed another warning sign advising against hiking to the river and back in one day. I ignored it. I had confidence in my physical abilities—after all, I run 12-18 miles a week plus do a rigorous weight-bearing/cardio routine five days a week.

By the time I reached the lower desert regions, the temperature had risen to almost 90 degrees—the cool breeze blasting down the canyon kept me from suffering too much (I hate heat). When I reached the river at 11:30, a beautiful sand dune and the happy shouts of our students greeted me. I sat down for about five minutes to eat my lunch, but spent the remainder of the thirty-minute break photographing the river, the towering canyon walls and the crazy students that splashed in the frigid water.

When standing at the bottom of the canyon, you can't really see where you hiked from.

When standing at the bottom of the canyon, you can’t really see where you hiked from.

Cactus in bloomAs we headed back up the canyon, I got to hike at my own pace (and I chose medium fast); our leader would bring up the rear. I took more photos on the way up (the perfect excuse for taking short breaks), and didn’t see any of the students that had sprinted ahead until about a half a mile above Indian Garden—where the trail starts some serious switchbacks and elevation gain.

As I climbed, I questioned my sanity. I seem to take on these crazy physical challenges and then regret them when I have passed the point of no return. Each time I get embroiled in a challenge, I learn something about myself (usually that I need to get in better shape and pack a bigger variety of food). This time, Shaun T.’s voice kept ringing in my head: “Don’t just throw those legs up there! Use your core!” Thanks to his coaching in the Insanity and Focus T-25 DVD workouts, I actually understand how to use my core. I felt tired, but not exhausted. I still ignored the advice to stop for a long break every hour or so—this time because I didn’t want to arrive at the bus last a second time in one day (plus I had the keys to the bus).hike up collage hikeup2

I spent the last four miles of the hike encouraging the two students who I’d caught up to. When one of them wanted to lie down in the middle of the trail, I explained that he looked like the perfect California Condor lunch, and since I hoped to see one, I’d wait around with him until the birds started circling. He changed his mind and decided he could go a little further. I confess that his tiredness stoked my ego just a bit—after all, I felt a little tired, but I knew I could make it.

My bag of peanuts and M&Ms ran out (I never want to eat another M&M) about the same time I thought I had a rock in my boots. I sat down to empty out the rocks (and wondered, once again, if perhaps I should check for rocks in my head instead). It turns out I had a blister on the inner edge of each of my heels. Thankfully, I only had a mile and half to go to reach the top.

As we neared the top, we planned our celebration and marveled at all of the tourists from around the world who had hiked over a mile down the trail without water, snacks, decent shoes (we saw dress shoes, cowboy boots and flip flops), or proper clothing—one lady wore a dress!

The view from about halfway down the trail to Indian Garden.

The view from about halfway down the trail to Indian Garden.

When you stand on the rim and gaze out at Indian Garden, your mind automatically skips over the fact that you have to go down a trail you can’t even see from the top for over FOUR miles. And then once that trail disappears over the lower plateau, it will take another FOUR miles to reach the river.

Watching unsuspecting tourists wander down the trail made me realize why they had the warning signs. People read that the canyon is one mile deep and forget that it takes eight miles of switchbacks to achieve one mile of depth. The downward slope seems doable, and hapless tourists just take ‘one more step to discover where the next switchback leads and then find themselves in too deep to get out without real suffering. I smirked inwardly that I had prepared so well and would no doubt be ready to run my customary three miles in the morning.

We garnered strange looks and a few polite smiles as we passed the Kolb Brothers’ studio (the official trail head) and shouted with glee. I hadn’t seen a California Condor, but I could claim that I’d made it from the rim to the river and back in nine hours and seven minutes—not bad for an old lady—and ahead of five others from our group!

We stumbled to the bus and found the majority of the students hanging out, eager to scavenge the leftover lunch sacks and sit in a comfortable seat. Once we settled on the bus, one of my students called out, “Hey, Mrs. Ojeda! Did you see those condors?”

“What?! You saw the California Condors?” I immediately perked up. “How long ago? Where?”

“I think that’s what they were—some big black birds. People all started clapping and pointing. A huge group of people all stood right there at the edge watching them. It was just twenty minutes ago.”

I groaned. I didn’t feel like moving…or carrying my camera bag anywhere—even across the parking lot and to the front of Bright Angel Lodge. Even to see a California Condor (a true sign of my real tiredness, that I wouldn’t want to go find a bird for my life list).

“You should go look for them, Mrs. Ojeda,” my student encouraged.

“You’re right. I should,” I replied. I took everything but my camera out of my bag and hauled myself out of the bus and hobbled to the front of the lodge, searching for a group of people who looked excited to see something.

No luck. I went inside and bought an ice cream cone as my reward for surviving the hike and sat on a bench outside to eat it. As I enjoyed my treat, I wondered again what I had been thinking to impulsively volunteer to go on a hike because I have a need to prove that I could do it—and do it better than other people my age. Something I have struggled with since my first sentence at the tender age of two—‘No! Me do it!’ That attitude, combined with a large dose of pride, can create a deadly combination.

Taking pride in one’s accomplishments has no inherent evil—after all, pride helps us do our best and not be satisfied with shoddy work. But pride for comparison’s sake smacks of sin. Paul tells us in Galatians 6:4 “Each one should test their own actions. Then they can take pride in themselves alone, without comparing themselves to someone else,”

My need to prove I could do something spectacular and then pretend afterwards that it had been no big deal had caught me again. Already, I could feel the effects of not resting adequately on the way down or on the way up. I wondered what I’d feel like in two days.

I wandered over to the rim one last time, and glanced to my left. There, not 200 feet away and 60 feet below me, two California Condors perched on an outcropping of rock in the late afternoon sun.

California Condors are all radio tagged and numbered due to their status as an endangered species (they almost went extinct in the 80s).

California Condors are all radio tagged and numbered due to their status as an endangered species (they almost went extinct in the 80s).

I snapped a few photos, than noticed a better vantage point from the terrace of the gift shop right above the outcropping of rock. I managed to hobble over and gingerly hoist myself down the steep steps to the terrace (going downhill hurts a lot more than going up hill) where I got some great views of two birds that are so ugly they’re cute.

To think! I didn’t need to hike to the bottom of the Grand Canyon to see the condors—I could have waited at the rim. But life is about balance—having a healthy respect for rules and guidelines, but keeping constantly prepared for an adventure; taking pride in my accomplishments, but not comparing myself to other people. Like the Grand Canyon, I am an ever-changing canvas on which my Creator works the beauty of his love.

Anyone want to go for a hike?

Angie Ryg

The Golden Spoons

Anita currently teaches English to 7th-12th graders. She describes herself as a 'recovering cancer caregiver' who gives thanks daily that her husband has been cancer-free for ten years.

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  • Beautiful pictures! I live and AZ and still have never been to the Grand Canyon!!! I really need to go! lol

    -Tara
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    • Thanks for stopping by, Tara! The Grand Canyon is awesome–just hike it in small segments unless you’re crazy…I did see two runners out on the trail–they probably did the whole thing in three hours or less.

  • I love this entire post for many reasons! The gorgeous pictures, the gripping words, the revelation that you FINALLY got to see the CONDORS!!, the funny warning signs and your reactions to them. Beautiful post! And WE want to go for a hike! If you’re not technically supposed to go to the river and back in one day, can you camp in the canyon? Because we need to do that. 😀
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    • You CAN camp there! Indian Garden has an idyllic little campground, and I hear there’s another one about a mile and half further along the river (which is also near the suspension bridge–which I almost regret not hiking to–but it really would have been too much ;)).

  • Don Strawn

    You sinner, you! You compared yourself to those young, older and “my age,” whatever that is. lol
    By the way, you were walking at nine months and I’m SURE your sentences were under one year.
    OK, so dad’s just jealous that he was too gimpy to go with you.
    Love you baby, I’ll go next time and watch those signs go by with you.

    • Yep! I’m a sinner and a lawbreaker and a warning ignorer ;). Good thing God loves me anyway and willingly works with me! I hesitated to put an age with the phrase, knowing that if I got it wrong, you or Donne would surely catch me. Next time, I’ll make it a week-long trip and do some camping along the way (and take along anyone who wants to go with me).

  • Thanks so much for linking up Anita! I have never seen the Grand Canyon in person, but these are beautiful pictures and a valuable lesson.
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    • Thank you for letting me link up! It’s a pretty humbling and awe-inspiring experience. This was my first hike, but my sixth visit.

  • Oh Anita, this soooo makes me want to do this hike. You must be in awesome shape – impressive. I had no idea the condors were so ominous looking – I just thought they were big birds (shows you what I know). Very cool. BEAUTIFUL PHOTOS!!!! Thanks for sharing, I really enjoyed reading this.
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    • Ah, thank you, Susan! I think I’m in better shape now than I ever was as a teenager ;). I have to go back to the canyon and hang out at the rim–I really want to see a condor flying ;).

  • Oh, geez. I was dragged to the bottom of the canyon and back by my husband just a couple of months after I got married. I had no interest in conquering that hike, but I just couldn’t bear to let him down! 15 minutes–seriously, 15 minutes–into the first day, my knees started hurting. My boots were so old that there was basically no padding left in them, and I was in so much pain for days! I still remember how hard it was just to get up to go to the bathroom after we arrived back at the top.
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    • Oh, I feel your ‘dragged-along-because-the-husband-wants-your-company’ pain! I get dragged along on motorcycle rides and mountain bike rides in the hot sun ;). I’m so glad you survived (going to the bathroom should never be THAT painful!).

  • I loved reading this, but it also exhausted me. I went backpacking once with a group from here in Houston and by the end of the first day (an 8-hour uphill with 40 pound packs), these sea-level girls were crying and puking. It was INSANITY. Being the leader (though thankfully not the guide) I had to stay strong, but most of the day was a lot of one-foot-in-front-of-the-other. When we finally stopped to make camp and took our packs off, the guides quickly discovered we needed to move another 100 yards. Kind of like your condor walk, those 100 yards were the hardest of the day. I love the lessons we learn and am proud of you for doing this!!
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    • Argh! Those last 100 yards always seem like miles and miles! I’m glad you survived your crazy backpacking trip–I’m sure it was preparation for hauling two littles around at once while supervising the other two and cooking a gourmet meal that you serve hot while still taking time to snap photos of the results and blog about it ;). Yes. Maybe I do believe you’re Wonder Woman.

  • What a hike! I never would have made it, I would have totally been condor food! LOL!
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    • I felt like condor food for three days after the hike ;).

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