I don’t hike — and I’ve got a handicapped mirror thingie, too. I just sit on the porch of the cabin…or on one of the many benches…and stare. That’s what I love about the Canyon. In fact, I met the coolest people I’ve ever met, an elder of 80-plus and his wife who had both just had back and knee surgery, on a North Rim bench. He was a real life Atticus Finch, that man. Fiercely progressive in his views for a Southern gent, and I loved him madly! We’d sit and sip and talk for hours out there. It was heaven.