As in Bryce Canyon all the hiking started at the top and went down. In Montana we start at the bottom and hike up. I know that in the end I have to go up and down in either scenario, so it should be the same, but its not. It was a significantly different hiking experience.
|The view from inside the Rest House.|
|We noticed that our boots were coated in fine Grand Canyon dust. It made us happy. Baptism by dust. It was like when we bathed them in glacial meltwaters in Glacier National Park a couple years back now. Oh, those boots. They're infused with good times and great places.|
Shoshone Point again, since we'd enjoyed it so deeply the previous day. It surely didn't disappoint. We stayed until well after dark watching the canyon gradually fade into the blackness. Then we hiked out in the starlight. The trail was wide and smooth and bordered by forest so we weren't worried. The thought of stepping on a tarantula in the dark was about the worst part. Matt and I found our eyes playing tricks on us as we walked back in the dark. We both sensed a red glow around us, almost like we were using a red-light headlamp, but we weren't. It was just the darkness. It was quite strange and bit eerie. Hiking in a red cloud through a dark forest....
At last we decided it was time for a campfire followed by bed. The coyotes yipped in the night again. I woke Matt for it this time. What a fantastic eleventh day! Better than I had even hoped.