“I hope you’re not scared of heights, cuz I’m going to assign you one of our tallest mules.”
“That’s fine. Will I be riding that one over there?”
“No, yours is in a separate corral. She needs to be isolated from the other mules.”
And that’s how my mule riding adventure at the Grand Canyon began (not the most comforting thought to be told you’ll be placing your life in the hands of an ornery animal who has social issues). Yet mule riding and the Grand Canyon go together like peanut butter and jelly, milk and cookies, and other food-related famous duos. How could I not ride on the back of one of these stubborn, sure-footed creatures overlooking one of the most famous canyons in the world?
My ride was fabulous. Cher ended up being a little bit of a handful, but didn’t launch me off the edge, so I was happy. Each turn along the trail brought another view of the canyon’s sheer expansiveness.
The Grand Canyon sure is big!