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Santa Claus (a.k.a. Brian) dons a Santa suit on the Grand Canyon's South Kaibab Trail. (view all Grand Canyon Rim to Rim to Rim, Arizona photos)
RAND CANYON NATIONAL PARK, Arizona — Before I tell the story of how Santa Claus ended up hiking in the Grand Canyon this December, I suppose I must tell the Story of My Santa Suit. The story begins with me buying the world’s cheapest Santa Claus costume — one made of thin felt, with no beard and fake leather pieces that supposedly make normal shoes look like Santa’s boots — in an attempt to entertain guests at my Christmas party in early December. Strangely, when my sister Jen saw the resulting photos of (sometimes reluctant) partygoers sitting on my lap (thanks, Facebook), she demanded that I stage an encore performance of my unconvincing Santa at her Christmas Eve party for her neighborhood’s kids. Always willing to embarrass myself, I covertly climbed up onto the high porch of her backyard tree house in Orange County on Christmas Eve, hid behind a forest of palm fronds, and loudly jangled a garland of sleigh bells. Immediately, my six- and seven-year-old nephews, as well as ten other children, came running outside the house to see Santa. The children yelped with delight when they caught a glimpse of me, dressed as Saint Nicholas, hiding behind the trees high above them. I was amazed that my seemingly magical suit enchanted the kids so easily. Nevertheless, my strained rendition of “Ho! Ho! Ho!” prompted my brother-in-law to exclaim, “Uh, oh. Santa’s angry.” I tried.
Just a few days after my not-even-close-to-Golden-Globe-winning Santa performance, my brother Brian and I threw our backpacking equipment, as well as the Santa suit, into my car, and we began driving across the Arizona desert toward the Grand Canyon. We have a history of seeking out the world’s best hiking expeditions, then figuring out how we can amp up their difficulty and danger levels, to turn them into true adventures. On Vancouver Island’s West Coast Trail, we jumped across hazardous surge channels and raced against high tides on our way to Michigan Beach. In Torres del Paine National Park in Chilean Patagonia, we tackled two side trips, 21 additional miles in pouring rain and snow, in addition to the typical park loop. When we traveled to Alaska’s Denali National Park to hike to McGonagall Pass, we escaped from a freezing glacial river and then added a 15-mile detour across an almost impassable glacier. So, when we decided to take on the Grand Canyon’s iconic rim to rim to rim hike — which demands that hikers trek from the South Rim of the Canyon, down to the canyon floor, up to the top of the North Rim, and then back again — we wondered what we might be able to do to make our fantastic hiking plans even more fantastic. (After all, we have friends who believe that our secret motto is, “Whoever dies on the craziest, most dangerous adventure, wins,” and we never want to disappoint them.)
We had already encountered difficulty trying to embark on this particular hike. Backcountry hiking in the Grand Canyon is famously popular, and hikers who want reservations must apply by FAX four months in advance. I sent FAXs three separate times, and each time, the National Park rejected our application because other hikers managed to beat us to it. It’s also possible to simply show up at the Grand Canyon in an attempt to nab a small number of last-minute permits, but during the ideal hiking season, last-minute hikers often have to wait for days before starting their hike. But then, an idea dawned on me: if we attempted the hike outside the ideal season, in late December, we would have almost no competition for permits, because deep snowdrifts and sub-freezing temperatures on the North Rim’s North Kaibab Trail make the hike all but impossible that time of year.
In early December, I decide to call the Grand Canyon’s Backcountry Information office to run my idea past the Park Ranger.
“Well, you won’t be able to get up to the North Rim,” she says. “It’s closed, and you’ll risk hypothermia if you try to hike through the deep snow up there.”
“What if we carry snow shoes?” I ask.
“That might help,” she says. “But it would still be extraordinarily difficult. No one has been up there in a month. “
That’s all I need to hear. Soon, I’ve convinced Brian to buy two shiny new pairs of Atlas 925 snowshoes with me, and we’ve resolved to hike to the North Rim and back.
At 3:00 AM on the morning after leaving Orange Country, we arrive at the world’s most famous hole in the ground. After only four hours of sleep, we show up at the Grand Canyon’s South Rim Backcountry Information Center at 7:58 AM, where we’re greeted by a gaggle of other eager hikers holding priority numbers, assigned to them the day before. We don’t yet have a number, so things don’t look good for us. While we’re waiting, three twenty-something guys in sunglasses and hoodies, who look like they’ve just came from a surfing competition, get out of a big RV and join us in line.
“What are we waiting for?” one of them says. “Is this the line to the Grand Canyon?”
My brother and I helpfully point them toward the huge, adjacent void in the desert.
Finally, after all of the number-holders receive permits, the Park Ranger tells us that a few remain. We tell her that we want to hike to the North Rim.
“You’ll never make it. The snow’s too deep,” she says. “Also, this morning, a water main burst on the trail to Cottonwood Camp. We closed the route because we think the trail may break off the side of the Canyon, and there won’t be any drinking water past that point.” Apparently, being a Park Ranger means being a professional discourager.
We explain our ambitious snowshoeing plan to her, adding in details of our extensive trekking experience, and she backs down. Reluctantly, she enters the details of our planned 5-day, rim-to-rim-to-rim snowshoeing itinerary into the park’s archaic computer system.
(Note: There are hikers who manage to hike from rim to rim (and sometimes back) in one or two days. If you’re a glutton for punishment and a talented athlete, such a trip is possible, though only by traveling in ideal temperature and snow conditions and not carrying a backpack with heavy camping equipment. But to properly savor and enjoy this adventure, hikers should set aside at least four, and preferably six, days for this trip. Considered to be one of the most dangerous hikes in America, this trek has left many people injured or dead in the Canyon due to poor trip planning and unforgiving weather conditions.)
By the time we leave, she begins encouraging us — I assume because, at this point, there’s no reason for her to be honest about what she thinks will happen. She doesn’t want any of her gloomy predictions to end up becoming true.
“No one has been up there since November,” she calls out as we leave. “But if you make it, let us know what it’s like up there!”
In the parking lot of the Backcountry Information Center, we pull our 45-pound backpacks out of my car’s trunk, and I notice my Santa suit, still sitting in the trunk from my sister’s Christmas Eve party. In a sudden moment of inspired whimsy, I stuff the bright red jacket and pants into my backpack. Admittedly, this action is an enormous protocol violation, because Brian and I normally weigh and mutually approve every item that goes into our backpacks to minimize weight.
“Really?!” Brian asks with a strong dose of sarcasm.
In the El Tovar Hotel’s white-table clothed dining room overlooking the Canyon’s South Rim, Brian and I order El Tovar’s Pancake Trio: a plate of buttermilk, blue cornmeal, and buckwheat pancakes. While we wait for the food, my brother writes a postcard to his girlfriend in an affected voice intended to give the impression that we’re colonial explorers, discovering the Grand Canyon for the time:
“It hath been over a fortnight since last I wrote,” Brian scrawls. “The road west tests a man to his very limit. Hank has been struck with typhoid. A kind Navajo healer has done all he can, but he told us that the only chance we have is to continue to a mysterious, awe-inspiring place called the Great Gash of Awe. We’re calling it the Aweful Canyon. We’re still working on the name.”
Soon, our waiter arrives with our matching breakfasts and a saucière of bright pink prickly pear syrup.
“This is prickly pear syrup, which is the syrup that the chef paired with these pancakes,” he says nervously. Then he pauses for about 10 seconds, looking at us, as though he’s challenging us to beg for normal syrup. We get the impression that he’s had previous problems selling his diners on the neon goo — or maybe he doesn’t think we look sophisticated enough to handle a radioactive-looking pancake topping.
What he doesn’t know is that my brother and I will try anything. He doesn’t know that we’re carrying snowshoes, a Santa suit, and an endless yearning to do the impossible. He doesn’t know that his prickly pear syrup is the least risky thing we’ll try during the next five days, during our mission to hike the Grand Canyon in winter, rim to rim to rim.
We slather our pancakes with the syrup, and quickly, we’ve cleaned our plates.
Read the second part of this series, in which Hank and Brian discover the surprisingly demanding spotlight of Santa Claus’s celebrity.
Hank discusses an itinerary with a Grand Canyon Park Ranger at the Backcountry Information Center. (photo by Brian Leukart)
February 2, 2010, 4:17 PM
Jill
Hey Hank. Great site. Enjoyed the candid writing. My husband and I are on a yearlong road trip——a honeymoon of sorts. He's threatening to take me on a rim-to-rim hike. I was going to forward your URL, but now I'm going to hide it, or he'll have me trudging through the ice in a few days. We're "chilling out" in Kenab, UT right now. Keep up the good work and feel free to check out our blog. We're open to suggestions and travel tips. Jill
February 2, 2010, 8:28 PM
Hank Leukart
Jill: It sounds like you guys are embarking on an awesome adventure! Unless you're very experienced with this kind of thing, have snowshoes, and are prepared for a world of hurt, I don't recommend a rim-to-rim in winter. At least, know what you're getting yourself into. But, if you want to do the Grand Canyon, I recommend doing a simpler loop, going down South Kaibab Trail, staying at Phantom Ranch/Bright Angel Camp, and then returning up Bright Angel Trail. You can do this in two days, or you can add some extra days day hiking around Phantom Ranch in the Canyon. Kanab is adjacent to some of the best outdoors adventures in the world, by the way. You can hike to The Wave, Buckskin Gulch, or The Dive; you can go kayaking on Lake Powell; or checkout Kodachrome Basin State Park or Zion National Park. There's nothing there that's not beautiful. Have fun!
October 23, 2011, 7:51 AM
Leroy Smith
My 60-year-old wife and I just returned from a rim-to-rim-to-rim transcanyon hike earlier this month. Of course, our weather on the north rim was much milder. Loved seeing what it looked like on New Year's Day. Of course, my wife got a chuckle out of your comment that even a "60 year old grandmother" could make it as far as the Supai Tunnel.
November 5, 2011, 2:44 PM
Hank Leukart
Leroy: I'm glad you enjoyed the hike! The scenery is fantastic, and I'm inspired that anyone 60 years old can complete the hike! I hope I can at that age.
February 3, 2012, 9:51 PM
Deepak
Very beautifully said.
July 23, 2012, 4:50 PM
Wayne Parker
Hank, your adventures are a great read, your photos are beautiful and tell a great story, I appreciate your blog, thank you. My wife and I met at Ribbon Falls at the bottom of the Grand Canyon - 26 years ago. I was on a rim to rim marathon - did it in just under 5 hours - and she was backpacking from rim to rim. Said hello - she took a pic of us and we continued our run. Six months later we bumped into each other again as I was training for the Pikes Peak Marathon running up a mountain in Phoenix, and the rest, as they say is history. So the Grand Canyon rim to rim run or hike is one of our favorites and we have done it many times. Thanks for the memories. Wayne
July 30, 2019, 11:50 PM
Weiser
Hiking is a great way to have fun.