Alas, Mark's pack was waiting for us at the airport that morning, and I'm pretty sure I've never seen a more welcome sight. After almost throwing out Mark's back during the celebration, we gathered our things and were on our way (after a mostly-free breakfast at at airport Mexican restaurant). This rock you see is called White House, and its at the end of the trail we were hiking. We parked there and were picked up by a woman named Betty and shuttled to the beginning of the trail at Lee's Ferry, in northern Arizona. It was about an hour and a half drive (driving anywhere in canyon country takes forever), and Betty was a round, pleasant woman with a few useful tips (although I don't recall anything about quicksand). We also had some awkward Jesus conversations with two other ladies hitching a ride, one of whom was a teacher at a Catholic school in California.