There’s a campground on the canyon floor where the Colorado & the Arizona rivers converge. Cliff faces taller than skyscrapers shelter the riverbeds. In the morning, it takes the sun an extra hour to reach the canyon floor. Rafters, kayakers and tubers float by below. Many glyphs left hundreds of years ago by the native Americans can be found within an easy walk. I ruined a good pair of leather sandals in the river.
The road down is only a mile long or so, but it’s steepness and curves require an hour to conquer.