Spent the weekend in an MCC geology class. Climbed Red Butte and learned about the Moenkopi, and then went down Tanner to the Redwall and talked about the supergroup.

I didn't bring my spray bottle, because I figured no one would be crass enough to write their name on a non-maintained trail. Wrong. Dan, Mogo, and alleged friends thought someone would be impressed at the dearing-do, and wrote all over the Supai rocks just before 75-mile saddle. They are gone now. Even without the spray bottle of doom, you cannot prevail against the Graffitinator.

Lots of interesting rocks. I think I found the tracks of a T-rex, even though all those geology instructors say that they came later: honest now: doesn't it look good ;-)? Asked Dr. Bob how this formed. His answer for almost everything: groundwater.

Windy and cool, but last week it was in the 70's on the rim, so I'm glad it was cool whilst on the exposed Coconino slide.

Went down to Skeleton Point. I thought amplified music was banned inside the Canyon, I'm not sure why I thought so, but twice in the last week I've been subjected to ipods with speakers coming from someone's pack. One the way out we met a young boy carrying two large rocks. I told him, 'If you are thinking of throwing those over the cliff, make sure you hit the guy with the ipod." No, I didn't.

Met the mules going out. One woman was terrified: holding onto the mule's mane like she was going to slip off. I said, "Isn't that Killer? I thought he wasn't allowed to carry people anymore". No, I didn't.

Elaine and Pat, no one cares that you "heart" each other. Elaine: I think you should spray paint that on his car and see if he thinks it is cute.

Kianna, Josh, Max and your little friends, did you really have to write all over EVERY rock at Ooh Ah point? It took me 10 minutes to get rid of it all. Someone must have seen it, but did anyone say anything? Did anyone whap their little fingers with a hiking stick? Did anyone pick up one of the kids and toss them over the side?

No, I really wouldn't do that, but I would tell them to knock it off. And then I would whap their little fingers with a hiking stick.

When the weather forecast says 80% chance of rain, and snow accumulation of 2 inches, and you hike to Three Mile anyway, you get wet.

It started out really pretty, with the clouds moving around and swirling through the buttes, but then the rain moved in. We ran down to three mile and visited the new bathroom. It is so new there isn't even any graffiti on the doors. How does the old poem go? A man's ambition must be small, to write his name on the outhouse wall?

We then ate a snack in the rest house. A backpacker came in and a lady asked him if there was a bathroom. He said, "I think they are supposed to open one."

I said, "It's open".

He said, "They were building one, I know."

I said, "It's open".

The lady said, "Well, I saw the new building." IT'S OPEN! The invisible woman lives.

A runner on his way down asked if the trail got any less muddy, and I told him, dream on, so he turned around. He was headed for Phantom Ranch and out, but noon is a little late to start if you ask me. Not a good day to be dressed in shorts. I had wool on from the skin out, and I was warm enough until I got to the top and stopped hiking.

Passed a lady coming down who asked if it is really harder coming out. I said, "Not at all. The Park Service just hires me to breathe hard as I climb out to scare people". An inch of new snow on the car when we got out.

Saturday we were in the Big City to see the boy compete in fencing. He came in third, which he was pretty happy with. Sunday afternoon we then ran down to Skeleton Point, figuring it would be less crowded than the BA.

I would have hated to see the BA. SK was really full. Erased a number of names all the way down, and by golly, AP added his/her name and "AP loves Mom" at Ooh Ah while I was down there. Fast work, you little twerp, but no match for the Graffitinator.

A few couples were asking people on their way out if it is really hard coming out. I noticed that they only asked the ones who looked pretty good: not the ones with their tongues dragging on the ground. I suppose they knew the answer they wanted...

Driving back, three kids dashed in front of the car, so I slowed in case anyone or anything else was going to appear from the woods. A snowball came crashing out of nowhere and hit the car. I slammed on the brakes, Brad jumped out of the car and chased the kids all the way into the campground, yelling "If I get my hands on you, you're dead meat!" I'm sure they didn't expect that. Probably looking for a couch potato who would throw up his hands and say, "Kids these days!". We were going to drive around the campground once, just to shake them up and let them think we were hunting them, but we wanted to get back and get ready for Monday.

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!