Mother Earth's Ass Crack-The Grand Canyon

The Grand Canyon is by far the grandest canyon I have seen in years. With all the major lookout points flooded with tourists taking countless stupid Facebook photos, we opted to make our own trail and head to a spot free of the fanny-pack wearing weirdos to take our own countless stupid Facebook pix.
Sitting on the edge of the Grand Canyon, beer in hand, with a great friend and Milton, made for one hell of a day.
David, with his extensive military background, gave me a lesson on an "improvised shower." After several days of being shower-free, our tent smelled like a combination of campfire smoke, farts, and Chapstick, so this proved to be a great thing.
After the sun set, we headed back to camp for some dinner and guitar by the fire. With exception to Milton's explosive traveler's diarrhea (TD), this was a near perfect day. Next stop, Utah.