When you choose to do hard things, you’ll experience a rebirth. Trust me, I’ve felt born again each time I reach the top of the Grand Canyon. Passing through the Devil’s Corkscrew in the heat builds character and endurance.
A Turn in the Trail The trail twists and makes another turn, I lift my eyes, hoping to see the narrow, wooden building perched on the edge of a cliff. Three-mile Resthouse seems further away than the sign had promised when I left Indian Garden. I leaned on my hiking poles, hoping to ease the load on my legs by doing some of the work with my arms. When the building came into view, I heaved a sigh of relief…
