In which the walking gets easier and the miles go by faster.
In which I relax by the dripping springs.
In which I see some "old" friends and hop downstream.
In which I take an alternate to my alternate route.
In which I slowly thrash my way through the start of my detour route.
In which I get back to the North Rim and walk some roads along the Plateau.
In which I head back to the North side and think about the exploits of a century old burro.
In which I pull out my rain gear for the first time in ages.
In which I emerge from the depths of the canyon.
In which the miles just don't seem to come.