And we saw deer.
Have to say, the staff at the North Rim Visitor Center were the rudest folks we've encountered in our travels so far. The people at the information desk were rude to everyone and gave barely cursory answers when asked questions. Matthew asked how much is the average winter snowfall and got an "I don't know" before the woman moved on to another task. The same women gave out a Centennial map and the man at the desk snapped at her to not hand them out unless someone asked. So, of course, we went back after our hike and asked for one. He rolled his eyes, was clearly exasperated, and grudgingly handed me a rumpled one.
Here's a hint at the snow they get.
Despite the staff, the views were spectacular (that's a controlled burn in the background).
At this point we were a little awed out and several places we would have gone to were still closed due to winter damage (they had such a long winter that they just couldn't get to it earlier), so we left the North Rim and headed to the Fredonia Public Library so Matthew could grade his online classes. A few hours there, a stop at a Costco for cheaper gas and Al Pastor salad for dinner, and we were on the road again, with more incredible views. It is so amazing how much the land changes in such a short distance.
Drove past Las Vegas in the dark and, after finding the road we intended to boondock off of closed, we settled down for the night under a cell tower on a dirt road of I15 - definitely the most sketch place we stopped at by a long shot.