We were unable to find a space at the Grand Canyon camp site, so went back a couple of miles and wild camp in the woods. 8000 ft up it was a bit chilly but since we squeezed into the tent with lots of extra blankets everything was fine except Angela was convinced there was a mountain lion outside – we survived to morning. The following morning I was quietly sat some distance from camp when into the clearing strolled a mule dear. It was no more than 4 metres from me and only startled when the kids began to interact. Sort of set my day up in a way that a cycling magazine fails to do.