Ran down to mile and a half before we had to take off for a meeting out of town. No one on the trail, period. We have gotten so used to stepping around people and letting people pass (uphill has the right of way!) (until we are going uphill, I notice) that it was a treat to be all alone.

A nice sunset just warming up, and speaking of warming up, there were some people in tee shirts, sitting in their car with the motor running, who would jump out, take a picture, and then jump back in. Grand Canyon sweatshirts are on sale in the store, guys.

Ice is just about gone, and what remains is easily bypassed.

Linda's name was back on the rock at mile and a half, so maybe that was her glaring at me the other day. But I came back, and erased your name again, nyeah, nyeah, nyeah. The revenge of the Graffitinator.

Met four people heading down, and a new used Kleenex in the trail so ONE OF YOU DROPPED IT, I KNOW IT! What is wrong with picking up your stinking Kleenex? Or using a handkerchief? Bio-hazzard on the trail!