This is certainly one of the BEST non-fiction books I've read this year. . .in my top 10 for sure!
The author, Kevin Fedarko and his good buddy Pete McBride (a National Geographic photographer) decide that a hike through the Grand Canyon was just the thing to fill in the bare spots on their calendars. This would be a thorough hike - from start to finish - and had rarely if ever been completely done, by live people. That is, as in still living. Yes, there are some dark shades in this read.
The plan is Kevin will write a book about it. Pete will take the pictures, and they will both take care of each other. Documented is the birth of the idea, the research, the team gathering, the support building, fund finding, and then the first steps on to the path as the delivery team drives away with encouraging cheers. They are on their own.
The author entertains, amuses, appalls, overshares and gets down and gritty with historical outrages as he steps foot on land that hasn't been stepped on in ages. Literally. From scavenging for dinner, to being taken into deep history by surprise indigenous team members, to eye-to-eye moments with unexpected creatures, readers are pulled right along with the hikers. Captivated by this travel tale, hanging off rocks, sliding down inclines, the wide-ranging thought process of the author waxed lyrical in surprisingly right places. He's full of history, telling both sides of the story - of the whites who "discovered" the place and then have spent the next few centuries exploring it. Then swings to the other side - the people who lived here in the cracks and crannies, for millennia - who called it home until they left - for reasons unknown, and then in later days for reasons shamefully known.
Along the hike's winding dangerous path were so many close calls, so thirsty, cold, hurt, stung, stabbed, burnt, dazzled, charmed, harmed and utterly spent. They were out in the Wild and in the beauty of all that red, orange, yellow, marbled layered world - as I read I could just about hear their crunching footfalls, deep breathing while the rustling of their packs carried up the echoes bouncing up the surfaces. Transported. That's what I was. An incredible gift as I will never be able to go there myself.
*A sincere thank you to Kevin Fedarko, Scribner, and NetGalley for an ARC to read and review independently.*