It was about a three hour drive to the canyon and we had gotten the address from the Lodge and had put it in the GPS. As we were nearing the park, and watching the signs, we missed a turn and the GPS instructed us to turn right about a third of a mile up ahead. So we followed directions onto a gravel road and continued following the GPS cues for about thirty minutes or more. I had heard that the North Rim was much more primitive than the much visited South Rim and thought it was quite exciting continuing down this rustic road. Soon however our gravel road turned into two gravel tire paths with big rocks and crevasses. We tried calling the Lodge but of course there was no cell phone service. Needless to say we turned around and made our was back as best as we could remember. We ended up coming out at a different area on the black top road we had been separated from and a police officer just happened to be coming by so we waved him down. I said, "we are so lost!" He just smiled and said, "yes you are." He instructed us to turn right off the gravel road and go about an hour to the Park. Our GPS was telling us to turn left! So thankful he showed up when he did, especially considering you might only see one or two cars every 30 minutes or so.
|Sunrise over the canyon|
|Jim's first look over the ledge|