Charlie and I headed to the Grand Canyon from Phoenix a couple days ago.
One of our planned activities was a mule ride on the rim. I was afraid they wouldn’t let me ride if they knew I had a broken ankle so I forced my own boot on and tried not to limp.
After checking in the night before and getting weighed in our clothes to insure neither of us weighed over 225 pounds, we headed to the mule barn by Blue Route bus from Maswik Lodge where we were staying.
At the mule barn we were met by a bus which took us to another mule corral area about 15 minutes away on the eastern rim of the Grand Canyon.
At the corral Hoop, a mule wrangler and instructor, gave tips and strategies for riding a mule. Each of us was issued with a motivator to encourage our mule forward since we were supposed to follow tail-to-nose the mule in front of us.
The wranglers helped us mount. I told them I had a gamey right ankle and so would need a mounting block which was a 2-step unit. Mounting was not difficult but forcing my right foot into the stirrup was uncomfortable.
We were 7 riders including our wrangler, Lily. Charlie brought up the rear on Decker and I was just in front of him on a black beauty named Charlotte.
We rode along the rim for about 4 miles stopping at planned vistas where we turned our mules to look straight out over the canyon.
The views were magnificent.
Charlie had a camera tied around his neck (mandatory) and took pictures each time we stopped.
I don’t do photos much while I’m traveling so I just enjoyed the scenery.
Are you the picture taker in the family?