If I had to imagine how baby Jesus looked.....it would be something like this.
However...after 3 days in the canyon with no shower, we had potentially life threatening odor.
We made it to the bottom and back without heat stroke or any life threatening injuries.
And this is also a prime example for the previous "pants" comment.
Needless to say he got all the attention from the ladies.
Ha. We met this 95 year old man on the way out. He was hilarious and full of stories both compelling....and rich.
We also had to watch where we stepped on the way out because these mules really laid it down if you smell what I'm steppin' in.
Yarrr
Dirty Mexican
"The Last Supper" This was the worst meal I have ever eaten...honestly...it was! We had to finish off all the food we packed into the canyon the night before we left. This dinner consisted of two cans of cold pork and beans each, a can of old and spoiled tuna each, and a piece of stale bread. Needless to say, we both were fighting to be the leader on the way out the next morning.
Jer enjoying cold beans for dinner and sporting a sweet skull tat
We spent most of our time in the creek and it felt like heaven.
Some of the true natives to the canyon.
The gateway to the canyon. When we reached this point I was stumbling around like an idiot from heat exhaustion....I was half way tempted to just jump off the bridge into the Colorado River.
It's a whole different perspective looking up from an ants view as the sun only appears to the crevice throughout the suns height of the day.
Phantom Ranch. The people with money could actually stay in air conditioned cabins...but who wants to do that when you can sleep in a tent in 90 degree weather all night!
Our hippie friends.
This is not an optical illusion....it was really 140 degrees.
Peace, Love, and Chicken Grease....Sage and I relax in the midst of the canyon while mingling with the hippies who are indigenous to canyon climates such as this.....
This creek literally saved our lives. The first thing we did when we reached the bottom was drop our packs and jump in. The Grand Canyon is quit possibly the hottest place on earth.
Finally!!! The Colorado River!
Kids...don't do drugs.
This squirrel had to be on drugs
Jer and his dirty mexican pose
Sage stops as I steal a moment to capture another shot of the breathtaking canyon.
Sage carefully places his footing as we are led on switchbacks that bend around rock edges.
My life is in your hands. This is only the kind of trust that can be built from sleeping in a van with another man for months.
Enjoying an orange on tree......
It's hard to capture the view of the Grand Canyon with the lens of a camera....it's just one of those things you gotta see in person.....the naked eye is a far superior instrument than the lens of a camera.....that's for sure
We don't know this kid......We will call him Bill, but Bill really loved to be in pictures! And no, I did not get these shorts from my grandfathers closet.
Gettin' suited up before the hike into the canyon....you never know when a bear might pop up!
Heather had a blowout outside of San Diego the same time we were leaving. So we stopped and saved the damsel in destress. Thanks again for all the hospitality and kindness Heather and Justin. You guys are great!
Nobody could pull off a hat like that but Mike!
This was a little oasis outside of San Diego that we hiked to.
Jer and I with Heather's crew at the waterfall.
Fish tacos were our primary diet while in San Diego. I know what your thinking...a fish in a taco???.....sounds crazy..but my theory is that in the bible...when it references mana...it was talking about fish tacos!
My first encounter with seaweed. And as you can see....I got a little too much son playing volleyball in San Diego.
Team America! The most intimidating group of guys we have ever encountered.
Some good friends we made in San Diego on the volleyball courts. The guy in the middle (Jesse), belongs to a band called the SMART BROTHERS. I have a feeling you will here that name again someday. 
