I almost hate to do this, but I’m sharing with you today the trip that I almost took, the trip I wished I took, the trip that Mark had to take without me: Havasu Falls in the glorious Grand Canyon.
One week before I was to take part in this unique, breathtaking backpacking adventure, I injured my foot (a ruptured or torn Plantar Fascia) while training. I can’t tell you exactly how I injured my foot because I don’t exactly know. What I do know is I couldn’t walk on my foot at all for the first three days and was still limping by the date of departure. I’m not sure if the universe simply had other plans for me, but our dog also had a foot problem (A gnarly looking growth had spurted on her foot pad, so she was limping, too.), so I stayed home to tend to my own foot and to hers.
MEANWHILE, this is what I missed out on . . .
Maybe, next year?