I first visited Grand Canyon National Park in 1990 coming home from a Boy Scout summer trip to Philmont in New Mexico. I remember the anticipation of seeing this mile-deep gouge in the Earth’s surface. It rained the entire time we there, enough that the inside of our tents were completely soaked. We hiked the Bright Angel Trail from the South Rim to Phantom Ranch and back in one day. We ate a lot of pizza that night. This trip was the first to truly inspire me to love the outdoors.