March 14

South Rim -- Grand Canyon, Arizona
	Hey, Reubs, is this camping or scuba diving? After a night of 9° Fahrenheit, Reubs the groundhog comes out of his tent to look for his shadow. Six more weeks of camping, anyone? Believe it or not, this is the south rim of the Grand Canyon!
	"Well, I don't see much... a couple of Bantas, but no Sand People..." Taking a closer look over the rim, Reuben scouts for the other members of the class.
	Instep cramp-ons would have been much appreciated for this leg of the trail into the canyon. The trail was not only covered with ice, but... shall we say... "mule sign" too. To say the least, it's not the fall that kills you, it's the landing!
	Nick (left), Dave (middle), and Reubs (right). When I look at this photo, I'm reminded of miners from the 1800's. I think it's our hats that conjure this image.
	One of four mule trains that we saw come up from the canyon floor that day. The fellow leading this train was quite friendly. However, his partner -- following this train with one of his own -- was not at all happy with Reubs and Nick. Reubs dropped his camera in front of the lead mule, and Nick dove for it. As you can imagine, this series of events spooked the mules a little. By coincidence, the other members of our group had a similar run-in with the same pack leader earlier in the day!!!
	Reubs breaks for lunch in the canyon with Nick and Dave.
	The colors in the canyon were astounding.
	Reubs (left) and Nick (right) crawl out on a nose to take in the view and look at some well defined cross bedding in sandstone.