First of a two-part article based on the recollections of Marvin Evan Bennett.
Late one hot afternoon in 1931 several mule wranglers were relaxing at Phantom Ranch at the bottom of the Grand Canyon, when a “dude” stumbled into their midst. “Please,” he asked, “may I have a drink of water, I haven’t had a drop since I left the North Rim.” “But,” asked a wrangler, “the trail crossed Bright Angel Creek 19 times, why didn’t you just drink from the creek?” “I didn’t have a cup,” he replied.
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