We had three days at the Grand Canyon, and every one had different weather. There are no snow pics because, after getting up at 4.30am to photograph the sunrise, I managed to slip on the ice and hurt my wrist. No big deal I know, but I also passed out about 4 times. After walking half an hour back to the village, and unable to find anyone to help, finally managed to raise someone who called an ambulance. Very exciting, never been in an ambulance before! The paramedic had just got back from a month in New Zealand, so she told us all about that. She said most of their call outs are for people who passed out due to low oxygen at the high altitude (over 7000 ft / 2000m) so that must have been the reason. Anyway, I am OK, and I’ve evened up with Colin, who’s been limping since he twisted his ankle in Las Vegas. What a pair of old crocks!