The skies were overcast and foreboding as I make my way along the Bright Angel Point trail. Slowly but surely, the canyon edges grow closer together on either side.The morning coffee buzz is replaced by adrenaline as I see the rocky alcove I can attempt to climb. I wonder though, am I brave enough? steady on my feet?I breathe warmth into my hands, then grasp the first rock and pull myself up. A giant wind hits my face and I almost tumble backwards.
“Calm down old man, you can do this.”
Slow and steady wins the race, so the wise tortoise says to the hare.
I reach the top, and meditate in the natural wonder of the Grand Canyon’s North Rim.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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