Mountain man

Cousin Dan went hiking this month in the Grand Canyon with friends Daryl and Tim. That's him in the red bandana. The trail they were taking out of the canyon rim was 6 miles long and 3,100 vertical feet. In honor of Danny's wilderness ways, here's a poem we like: THE TRAIL IS NOT A TRAIL I drove down the freeway And turned off at an exit And went along a highway, Drove up the side road Till it turned to a dirt road Full of bumps, and stopped. Walked up a trail But the trail got rough And it faded away -- out in the open, Everywhere to go. -- Gary Snyder (American, 1930-)