“I’m going to make it to the bottom.”
Those words kept running through my head. My inner monologue had been arguing with itself for at least the past hour, debating on when I was going to turn around and return to my car. I had arrived at the trailhead early that morning, shortly after sunrise and had been hiking for about 3 hours. I was well past the halfway point but anxious about how strenuous the hike back up would be. You see, hiking in the Grand Canyon is different than most hiking, as the way back up was twice as hard as the way down. One would have spent hours hiking down, becoming tired on the way down, only to have to turn right back and now go uphill for hours. With a length of 6.8 miles one way, this is no easy feat. I was in pretty good shape and well prepared, or so I thought. By this point, my water had run halfway out and I hadn’t planned on following the rangers recommendation of camping at the bottom. At this point I decided to stop along the side of the trail to assess my plan.