So, I found out today (just this afternoon!) that Andy has never been to the Grand Canyon before. As someone who has been to the Grand Canyon what six? seven times? and hiked down at least three times (whoo, and medivac'd back out as the patient's watcher), I had to admit that Andy was going to have a fabulous first time down the Canyon.

Though, even with those seven times (six?), I've never been to the North Rim. I've been on the north side, but only on the river.

This is Kris and Andy way down on the trail. They said they'd be 100 yards down on the trail. They are over 575 steps down. Assuming 2.5 to 3 feet per step, and they were more than the 100 yards down on the trail.

I dub thee "Butt Crack Rock."

Maybe "Cleavage Rock" would work, too.

Oh, the irony is not lost on me today.

Andy showed me this:

Grand Canyon mug.

Made in China.

Ten years ago, I shaved my head. Well, ten years, one month, two days ago I had my hair cut really really short (number 1 guard, for those of the male persuasion who know what that means) at the barber shop at the Bright Angel Lodge located at the South Rim of the Grand Canyon in Arizona.

I originally wanted to shave my head and walk the Great Wall of China when I was 29. The whole wall, all 2500 miles of it. Figuring it would take a couple years, I'd be back when my hair had grown out.

Why cut it in the first place?

Because I firmly believe everyone should see what her head looks like bald because she chooses to have no hair, rather than be forced to have no hair because of circumstances of life (same for 'his' and 'he', by the way. I just wanted to emphasize the girl part).

At the end of June ten years ago, I was going to raft down the Grand Canyon with Guy, Eric, Mom and Guy's family. I didn't have any important events coming up, such as weddings or presentations. Honestly, there wasn't any reason not to shave away.

So I did.

Wow, is it liberating to have no hair. Washing it is quick in the morning. No worry about styling it, it was already styled. AND no worries about having a bad hair day. They were all good hair days. My head also felt like Mr. Bauer's fuzzy head. Like that could be bad.

I have a picture around here somewhere that Guy took. It turned out pretty well.

Well, today, Kris, Andy and I are at the top of the Grand Canyon, at Bright Angel Lodge.

I think it's time to shave my head again.

I think this may become my most favorite picture of Kris of all time.