9,000ft, on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. Wild camping on the high plateau in the most amazing quaking aspen grove. The soil is so thin that the aspen die when they reach 25ft so there is an infinite supply of wood for our campfires. It has been in the low 20’s at night and our 5 gallon jerry cans froze, but the days are warm enough. But, back to the title of this blog. Our dinner is cooking in the pressure cooker, the sun is setting, the fire is warm, and we are being serenaded by a pack of coyotes just on the other side of the grove! For the past few nights it has been a single coyote singing, but tonight he brought in reinforcements! Magic!
