After spending the night at the Indian Garden's
Campsite, we broke camp early the next morning for the final leg of our journey out of the canyon. A warm meal and a hot shower awaited us at the end of the trail.
A view of the south rim from the Bright Angel Trail. For a good part of the morning the trail was covered in shade making what
would have otherwise been a very hot climb into a pleasant walk.
A shot to the northwest along the trail. We were blessed with another beautiful day for our final day in the canyon.
A view from where we came. The canyon in the
immediate foreground contains Garden Creek along which the Bright Angel Trail follows. This canyon spills into the
Colorado river which has formed the portion of the canyon in the east-west direction. The
canyon extending northwards
beyond the
Colorado river contains the Bright Angel Creek. It is
within this canyon near where it meets the
Colorado that we had camped the night before last.
This picture was taken near the top of the canyon. Almost there! We stopped here for a rest and to capture the shadows of clouds as they dance along the walls of the canyon. Not more than a week after we left a man fell to his death near this spot while trying to take a picture of his family. Christina ever
fascinated with the strange way people manage to kill themselves within the canyon ended up buying a book at the
park bookstore which provided a
chronological description of each death since the park was formed. It was a morbid form of entertainment that
strangely we all enjoyed for the remainder of the trip.
After checking into our hotel rooms and taking our long awaited hot
showers, we stole out to Powell Point to catch the sunset.
The last
sun rays of the day slowly exit the canyon.
A photo-op now that we are somewhat presentable.
A few storms raged off to the west and southwest near dark.
Lightning would illuminate the sky on occasion which was spectacular in itself.
Another view of the canyon at dusk.
From left to right: Quent, Christina, and Me. Sara was kind enough to snap the picture.
A view of the south rim from the Bright Angel Trail. For a good part of the morning the trail was covered in shade making what would have otherwise been a very hot climb into a pleasant walk.
A shot to the northwest along the trail. We were blessed with another beautiful day for our final day in the canyon.
A view from where we came. The canyon in the immediate foreground contains Garden Creek along which the Bright Angel Trail follows. This canyon spills into the Colorado river which has formed the portion of the canyon in the east-west direction. The canyon extending northwards beyond the Colorado river contains the Bright Angel Creek. It is within this canyon near where it meets the Colorado that we had camped the night before last.
This picture was taken near the top of the canyon. Almost there! We stopped here for a rest and to capture the shadows of clouds as they dance along the walls of the canyon. Not more than a week after we left a man fell to his death near this spot while trying to take a picture of his family. Christina ever fascinated with the strange way people manage to kill themselves within the canyon ended up buying a book at the park bookstore which provided a chronological description of each death since the park was formed. It was a morbid form of entertainment that strangely we all enjoyed for the remainder of the trip.
After checking into our hotel rooms and taking our long awaited hot showers, we stole out to Powell Point to catch the sunset.
The last sun rays of the day slowly exit the canyon.
A photo-op now that we are somewhat presentable.
A few storms raged off to the west and southwest near dark. Lightning would illuminate the sky on occasion which was spectacular in itself.
Another view of the canyon at dusk. 
From left to right: Quent, Christina, and Me. Sara was kind enough to snap the picture. 
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