By Mike Malvick (ladybugkids)
My brother and I owe our sense of adventure to our now 91-year-old father. We grew up taking road trips in a 1971 Chevy Suburban to beaches in Mexico and California, the Grand Canyon, the Colorado Rockies, grandparents’ homes in Missouri and Illinois, and many other places. The past several years have been payback time when we take him places he wanted to go but didn’t have the time or the rig to go and sometimes we even take him places he did not know about.
In October 2026, we took him to Toroweap Overlook on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon, which involves sixty miles each way of muddy, rocky, gravel roads with no services from either Colorado City, Arizona, or Fredonia, Arizona. We spend the night in St. George, Utah, and covered both routes, finishing in Kanab, Utah, at the end of the day. BLM and online resources recommend high clearance vehicles with four-wheel drive, but we left our Jeep Rubicon and Ford Bronco (we took two vehicles for the three of us for safety reasons) in two-wheel drive for all but the last one-hundred yards of the trip to the rim. Access beyond the Tuweep Ranger Station requires a $2 permit obtained from the recreation.gov website of which only four are issued for any given day, so advance planning is required. Overnight backcountry camping permits are also available.
The remains of Hurricane Rachel dumped a lot of rain in the region during the past three days and there was more rain in the forecast, which prompted BLM to say it was “not advisable” to try the drive due to slippery road conditions and flash flood potential. However, the day dawned extreme blue, so we hit the road early with the hope of being in and out of the backcountry before more rain came. The first twenty miles of the road from Colorado City were especially muddy and slippery and the Bronco with its shorter wheelbase tended to crab through the mud while the Rubicon tracked straight through it. There were also numerous deep-water puddles to ford which provided some opportunity to wash off some of the caked-on mud while in transit. All the wash crossings were dry, though they showed evidence of recently running. As we continued south, the brilliant Arizona sun dried the mud (but not the puddles) and the roadbed became progressively rocky, so the driving became more pleasant. 
We passed through fenced BLM ranch land and were surprised to see cattle grazing in the Parashant National Monument, which we later learned is jointly managed by the National Park Service and BLM. The terrain began to feature sandstone buttes and become more rugged as we approached Tuweep and entered Grand Canyon National Park. At Tuweep, the entrance of which is marked by a sign welcoming visitors to the “Greater Tuweep Metropolitan Area,” and a 10 mph sign, we found the population to be exactly zero as we searched for a ranger to show our permits to. We continued on to Toroweap Overlook and met “Skip,” a National Park Service volunteer, who, being in the middle of a 60-day hitch, was very happy to talk to visitors, especially since we were the first people he had seen in four days after the last group of campers cleared out ahead of the hurricane remnants. There is parking for low clearance vehicles three miles from the Overlook, but our rigs handled the steeper hills and slickrock terrain to the end of the road without any problems.
Once at the rim, one of the local denizen tarantulas greeted us and my brother and I instantly reverted to our younger selves and picked it up to show my father who remained unimpressed. We walked several hundred yards of the rim of the Grand Canyon, enjoying views of the Colorado River three-thousand feet below and even watched a group of a half-dozen rafts get spit out of Lava Falls rapids, while also snapping the requisite selfie to log “One Giant Step,” GC7D60, a 2002 virtual cache. We ate a picnic lunch at one of the tables near the overlook while successfully fending off the Stellar jays and chipmunks. After eating, we checked out the ADA compliant outhouse with “the best view in the National Park system,” according to Skip, if only windows had been installed.
With heavy clouds darkening on the horizon, we decided not to chance staying longer and reluctantly headed out toward Fredonia. Our timing was perfect, because a Toyota arrived just as we were leaving, which left the area uninhabited for the newcomers. Skip stopped us at Tuweep to get our impressions and tell us about the National Park Service’s volunteer program where people can sign up for assignments like he was enjoying. After saying our “good-byes,” we left Skip and Tuweep, now population “1,” and raced the rain north. We experienced intermittent showers during the final twenty miles of gravel road, but nothing that slowed us down. That said, it might have been nice to drive through a deluge once we reached pavement because my brother and I spent an hour and $42 at the carwash power washing the mud off the rigs before hit had a chance to set like concrete.
There are many other caches in the area on the BLM lands to the north for those with a sense of adventure. However, the muggle majority make-up of the group and the uncertain weather window kept up focused on Toroweap Point, which we reached while thoroughly enjoying the journey and adventure in the Arizona Strip.
