It’s big, magnificent and when I got there cold.
After a days travel I pulled up at the Mather campground in the Grand Canyon national park just as the wind that had been blowing all day turned to gale force and the skies that had been a foreboding grey opened up and a flurry of snow came down. Now normally I like snow but when you are trying to set up a tent barely bigger then yourself and then get both yourself and your backpack in there without getting wet can be a challenge.