Day 11

Friday - July 27

Letting Annie get some sleep absent my delicate snoring, I left the campsite at 5:30 to catch the sunrise at the rim. Left the camera behind! (The aging mind is both a spectacle and an annoyance.) Broke out the camp stove for the best bacon and eggs ever consumed by man.
Broke camp and drove to Bryce Point, still within the park, the spot the brochures said was the place to go if you could only go to one place. Incredible amphitheater of sandstone and limestone spires called hoodoos by the native Peyutes.
Then south to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon where we found the campground full. Annie convinced me to look into the lodge (before heading to a campground 12 miles north.) where we got their last cabin. (Don't ask.)
The lodge, built right on the rim, presented glorious (I ran out of adjectives a day or two ago) views of the canyon. Ten miles across to the south rim. I can't even begin to describe what was before us. We drove to Cape Royal for another vantage point. Awe-inspiring! This is the only place on the north rim where you can see the Colorado River.
Dinner at the lodge, dreadful.