About six years ago Devon and I attempted to backpack a portion of the Superior Hiking Trail in Minnesota, failed, and officially proclaimed we hated hiking. I've held onto that belief since then, with small confirmations through lame day hikes I was forced to attempted in the interim since our proclamation. However last week I took two other hiking-haters with me and we went for the Grand Canyon. It just seemed like something one should do.
It was 5 degrees F when we left in the morning (frozen fingers!) and there was packed snow for a few miles on the way down Bright Angel trail. Winter at the top, spring at the bottom. That's what 5,000 feet of elevation will do for you.
A view from the top taken later by their parents (above).
Snow gives way to excellent hiking conditions mid way down the canyon (above). We are beginning to take off layers a few hours in. We are happy to see only about 10 people in the four hours it took to reach the river. The rocks keep changing color on the way down and the trail is never boring.