04/28/10 - After breakfast, we started shaking down all of our gear to remove all the sand. During my morning visit to the latrine, I noticed the prime overhang camp was vacated. We were looking to get further away from the roar of Tanner Rapids along with the sand, so we moved our gear over there and setup camp. The overhang camp is in full shade for much of the day and the cliff wall provided a good windbreak.

I had an interesting extended dip in the river this morning. I had walked down to the river to get some water to filter, and I removed my hat to wash my face. I forgot that my $50 Zebralight headlamp was strapped on my hat, so when I pulled off my hat, *plunk* my light goes into the river. You cannot see at all in the murky water, luckily I had my Tevas on, so I just waded in hoping I might find the headlamp. The light wasn’t turned on, so here I am in knee deep icy cold water bending over trying to find my light before the current took it to Lake Mead. Of all the blind luck, I had accidentally stepped on the headband strap when I stepped into the river. I yanked it out of the water… fortunately it has double rubber washers and is water resistant. It worked fine and just needed a few hours to dry hanging from a tree limb. That was definitely a morning wake up that worked better than a cup of coffee!
Around lunchtime, a hiker stopped by our camp to say hello. He mentioned they had just hiked into the camp, spending a night along the Tanner descent. He said one of his fellow hikers lost his hat to the wind gusts while hiking the Dox Sandstone section and asked if we had any hats or bandanas to spare. My wife had an extra Nike ballcap which we gladly gave him for his friend. I figured we needed some good karma for the trip back out.
Later that day, we stopped by their camp to chat and had our pictures taken with the recipient of Mary's hat. He’s the guy wearing the yellow women’s Nike hat.

Their itinerary was to head west on the Escalante Route, over the Papago rockslide, and exit the canyon via Grandview. I couldn’t imagine hiking that distance without some sort of head cover.
Our original permit was for 1 night in Tanner, 2 nights in Palisades, followed by one last night at Tanner. Since we didn't make it to Palisades, we decided to head for the rim the following day and cut short our trip by a day. The weather that afternoon was becoming a bit unsettled, and the thought of hiking out on rain/ice slickened rocks didn't sound too appealing.
We did finally get a picture of a boating party coming around the bend towards Tanner rapids:

We decided to skip on setting up the tent and decided to sleep in the open. In all my years of camping, I have never slept outside (other than the back of a open pickup truck bed). As soon as it began to get dark we began to hear the flittering of wings... and it wasn't birds or insects... it was bats. My wife was a bit concerned about how close a few of the bats were flying over our heads while we were in our sleeping bags, but I assured her these bats are just hunting juicy bugs and aren't the vampire bat variety. haha
Several times during the night, I noticed the cloud cover increasing and I began to wonder if it was going to rain. I had the tent right next to my bag, so I figured I could get it setup in a few minutes if rain started to fall. It never did.
I had my watch alarm set for 4:30am. My plan was to beat the midday heat and at least get to the top of the Redwall section.
04/29/10 - My alarm went off long before I was ready to awake, but I knew we had to get an early start to avoid the heat. It was quite cool and a bit breezy, with some scattered clouds. The clouds rolling in didn't look especially threatening.
I had scooped up two buckets of river water last night but ended up having to throw out one bucket of water as one of our rodent friends decided to jump in and take a swim. As you might have guessed, he couldn’t climb back and expired in the water. Definitely not water you want to filter out of, so I threw it out. There was enough water in the second bucket to top off both our camelbacks and a spare 3L Platypus container. For the trip out, I was carrying 7L and Mary had 3L of water. We also had a 2L soda bottle full of water waiting for us at about the 75 mile saddle.
We got our camp cleared and hit the trail around 6am. The sun was still behind the Palisades of the Desert and I figured we could make it to the Redwall before things got too toasty. I guess karma was feeling generous that day, as the sun really never came out long enough to warm up the temps past 50F. We took a few short breaks when we could find a spot wide enough to take off our packs. Here’s a picture looking back at the river:

Here's Mary at the same rest stop:

Just before we made it to the base of the Redwall, we came across a young lady who was camped in a small overhang camp. She said she had hiked up to this point from Palisades Creek and spent the night there. We stopped to chat for a few minutes while we ate a snack and drank water. Since the morning was so cool, we were doing fine on water. The young lady mentioned she was not prepared for this type of backpacking trip, and then I noticed she was hiking in sandals! I can’t imagine hiking an unmaintained trail in sandals, but I guess each person has a different comfort level. She cruised on up the trail, and I figured we’d never see her again. It began to snow a few flakes which seemed really odd to us.
It took us about 3.5 hours to get to the base of the Redwall section. There was a nice open area there and we stopped for a breather. The weather was beginning to worsen.
I tried not to look up as I knew the height of this section would appear even worse from the base. We stopped there for a 15 minute break… the wind was gusting at times which made us feel a bit chilled with the current temperature. I figured at least we weren’t climbing the redwall in direct sun. Karma was with us… for now.
About halfway up the redwall, I noticed what appeared to be a white fog coming down Tanner canyon towards us. It got to us very quickly, turned out to be a combination of sleet and snow. The snow wasn’t so bad, but the larger pellets of sleet were starting to sting a bit and beginning to get our clothes wet. I did have a couple of emergency ponchos in our packs, but I really didn’t want to stop anywhere along the Redwall climb to dig them out. The visibility kept dropping as we climbed, but I kept us moving forward as there was no safe place along the redwall climb to take refuge. I figured if we could just make it to the top, we could find a flat area to setup my tent and climb inside to warm up. I guess karma was just testing our resolve.
The 45 minutes it took us to climb to the top of the Redwall section seemed like twice as long with the sleet and snow. Just as we were within a few switchbacks from the top of the Redwall, the skies began to clear! Mary and I high-fived each other as we got to the top of the Redwall. For both of us, this was the toughest part of the trail. However, karma was not quite done with us yet.
The next 3 miles of trail is relatively easy and doesn’t have a great deal of elevation change. About 1 mile above the Redwall section, we spotted the female hiker heading back towards us with no pack. When she got closer, her face turned red with embarrassment and she explained she left her poles at the top of the Redwall when she took a break. She dropped her pack further up the trail and was heading back to retrieve the poles. I told her I didn’t see anything on the ground near the top, but then I was so ecstatic about reaching the top of the Redwall that I wasn’t looking around for gear. We continued about another mile through this section before stopping behind some large rocks to get some relief from the wind. I also needed a wind break to light up my stove to heat water. At that point, a hot meal seemed like a great idea to refuel our bodies for the remaining climb out.
As I huddled around my stove providing a wind block, the young lady walked by with her tent poles. I asked her if she needed some water? She hesistated, and I then added that we had plenty to spare and had another 2 liters further up the trail. She said she was a little bit groggy from dehydration, so I let her drink her fill from my spare 3 Liter container and Mary gave her a half liter bottle of water to take with her. I should have asked her if she needed something to eat but she thanked us and headed up the trail before I thought of it. We had plenty of food left since we were coming out a day early. We never saw her again on the trail.
We met a group of 4 hikers and shortly thereafter a group of 3 more hikers heading down. One of the guys in the last group asked me if the river water was silty. I told him it is, but advised as long as he allows the water to settle for an hour or so, it was not too bad to pump/filter. I asked if he had some alum, he responded he did. I tried the alum, and did notice it helped a bit to decrease the settling time required.
As we neared the 75 mile saddle, I spotted the large flat rock that I had cached our water under. I had situated the bottle in a spot with no exposure to the sun, so the water was nice and cold when we opened it. Water from the sink faucet at Bright Angel lodge never tasted better! We poured out our smaller containers of the river water and replaced it with the contents of the bottle. With the cool weather, we were using far less water than I expected, so I poured out the rest of the 3L Platypus container which definitely lightened up my pack. A scrubby looking spruce tree was the recipient of all the excess water.
The weather continued to be windy, some sleet at times, then followed by brief periods of sun. It was very strange weather. The wind was especially fierce along the top of the 75 mile saddle and along stegosaurus rocks.

My hat blew off several times, but I had it clipped to my shirt to keep from losing it. Here's a view as we neared the last big climb:

We came upon the slide section and knew this would be the last big obstacle to overcome in order to get to the top. That section of trail is just plain nasty no matter which direction you are going. I had to keep looking around to find some semblance of a trail in the rocky sections.
The top seemed to be getting a bit closer at each switchback, and finally we rounded the last turn and saw the trailhead sign by the road! It took us 7 hours and 38 minutes to get from the river to the trailhead, which was far better than the 9 hours it took us in the opposite direction.
Mary and I high fived each other, took a few more pictures...


then headed over to our car. Our vehicle just barely started, so I guess I shouldn’t try to push a 5 year old stock battery much further. We had water and energy drinks in our cooler in the car, they were still cold due to the cold weather at the top. The weather was cold and windy at the top, so I quickly got our gear in the car for the drive back to Maswik Lodge. Snow began to fall, at times quite heavy near Buggeln Hill. By the time we pulled into the parking lot at Maswik, the sun was out. It was a very appropriate ending to a challenging hike.
As the sign at the beginning of my report states, getting to the bottom is OPTIONAL; getting to the top is MANDATORY.
Postscript:
The Tanner trail turned out to be much tougher than previous trails I've hiked in the Grand Canyon. I've hiked all the corridor trails, Grandview, down the west side of Grandview to the Tonto, Clear Creek, and part of Hermit Trail. None of these trails were nearly as exposed, crumbly and plain dangerous as the Tanner trail. I was always skeptical of the National Park descriptions of most of the trails as they tended to overemphasize the danger. They really weren't kidding about Tanner. I apologized to Mary numerous times for taking her on this trail as her first inner canyon hike. I applaud her for maintaining her composure and finishing the hike, and furthermore she helped to encourage me when I was getting tired.
The climb out was not nearly as hard on the body as the climb down. We made it up in 90 minutes less time than going down, and my legs were not sore at all the following day after climbing out. Anyone reading this report would be strongly advised to do the climb down in 2 days, camping the first night near the top of the Redwall. If I had done that, I doubt my legs would have been so sore the following day at Tanner Beach.
Pros: Completed the Tanner trail.
Nice sandy campy areas near river at Tanner Beach.
Was able to hike each direction in a single day, even cut time on the climb out.
Cons: Weather was very variable. In the future, I’m sticking with fall hikes in the canyon. We did not get far on the Beamer trail due to exposure. I think I could have made it with a small daypack, but not with a 40lb full pack. The mice at Tanner Beach are determined and voracious. They were able to bend open the steel mesh of my Ratsack bag enough to nibble on some peanut butter crackers inside. I probably could have avoided that problem by tying up the bag from the limb of a tree.
I found the Tanner trail definitely fit the description that the NPS provided. This trail did exceed my comfort level due to the exposure and loose footing. The views were fantastic and did compensate for the challenge of the trail.