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Havasu Canyon, 3rd, 4th and 5th of July 2006 July 2nd, Sunday July 3rd, Monday
The hike down the canyon was spectacular and much easier on the knees
than either the Bright Angel or South Kaibab trails (in fact, it seemed
downright flat compared to those trails). It wasn't perfect
however as the parking lot on the hilltop and the trail suffered from
quite a bit of trash. Hiking distances and elevations are as
follows:
* The campgrounds start just below Havasu Falls and continue for about 1 mile to the top of Mooney Falls. The first 5 miles of the trail are bone dry, at least until a flash flood comes along. At our leisurely pace we covered the distance in 2.5 hours after which we entered Havasu Canyon and began following the creek toward Supai Village. The juxtaposition between the extreme beauty of the canyon and the defeated village was shocking. Trash was strewn everywhere, not just on the main road through town but in the yards of the houses. It seemed as if the villagers just didn't care. By 1:30 pm we were swimming in the pools below Havasu Falls. The 100-foot falls are exactly as they seems in the pictures, just amazing. However, my defining moment of Havasu Falls was the image of the Supai man with the walkie-talkie who was monitoring the swimmers in the pools. I suppose he was there to call for or offer help should someone need it. Clad in black demin jeans, he sat on a tree stump in the shade watching the tourists while eating a Ding-Dong. When we left the pool the man was gone but his wrapper remained. Energized and cooled by the water we sought out the perfect campsite and found it at the very end, literally, of the campground. Our site was at the northern end of the campground, a mere 30 feet from the brink of 196-foot high Mooney Falls. After setting up camp I found myself craving Gatorade although, judging by the color of our urine, neither of us were dehydrated. Poobie had not been hungry all day and I almost had to force her to eat to when I started to prepare our backpacking mainstay, chili-mac, I was surprised when she asked me to add extra bacon. Tuesday, July 4th After much exploring that led nowhere I began to get cross. At this exact moment, while walking in ankle deep water I slipped and in an instant went from a vertical to horizontal orientation. This did not improve my state of mind. At this point Em looked at the cartoon map and declared that, if we were just above Beaver Falls as we thought we were, then the map said we needed to be way up above the river on a plateau rather than in it. We attacked the cliff on sketchy trails and eventually made it to less sketchy trails and finally to the more or less official trail which was indeed, as the cartoon map indicated, pretty far above Beaver Falls. Back on the main trail my mood reversed and we began going down switchbacks that took us back to the creek just downstream of Beaver Canyon. These switchbacks that led to the water were really little more than notches cut into an almost vertical face of rock. It wasn't difficult to climb down or up but if you didn't know they where there you would think that the trail dead ended into a cliff. The trail was now easy to follow, although it did cross the creek a few times, it remained, for the most part on the right side of the creek (assuming you are looking downstream). The reason that the trail was so easy to follow is that it gets a fair amount of traffic from rafters coming upstream to see the falls. We passed many such people and soon began to recognize pools that we had played in when we rafted the Colorado a few years back. We reached the Colorado a bit before noon and where struck by two things. First the river was green rather than chocolate milk brown and secondly the river stage was a good 10 feet lower than when we rafted the canyon. The lower river elevation meant that we could stand on a sand bar where the creek flowed into the river. Had we tried this a few years back we would have been swept into the rapids of the Colorado. The junction of the waterways was littered with rafts and Em struck up conversation with a nice woman named Linda who gave us each an ice cold Coors! Thanks Linda! After lounging on the flat rocks and playing in the mouth of the creek we started back up the trail around 1 pm, going slowly and stopping in some of the great pools along the way. Back on the plateau above Beaver Falls, an hour or so later, we were unsure were to go so sat down to admire the falls from above and eat some snacks. From our vantage point we spied a group of kids and decided to follow them back up the canyon. The kids, about 12 of them, turned out to be teenagers being led on cool adventures around the southwest by two older guides. We fell inline with the teens and soon found ourselves at a cliff 10 feet above the creek. We could climb down a rope or jump into the water, of course we jumped, along with all of the teens. This spot turned out to be the exact place where lost the trail on the way down. Neither of us saw the rope and even if we had I'm not sure we would have believed that climbing it was the way to follow the trail. Not long after our creek jump we came to a rope swing which most of the teens had to use. I to waited in line to swing but when my turn came the unthinkable happened. My hand slipped and I fell into the water not long after clearing the brink of the cliff. My technique, honed by many swings at Bass Lake in Point Reyes, probably played a large part in my failure. Usually I grab the rope as high as I can with my right hand, then jump forward and simultaneously grab the rope with my left hand. This is required at Bass Lake if you want to take off high above the lake if you want to keep your feet from dragging before you are over the water. I'm not sure why I did it here but at any rate my hand slipped and I fell like a lump into the water in similar to fashion to some of the other girls who couldn't hold on long enough owing to their lack of upper body strength. Climbing out of the water, everyone was staring at me quietly and all swinging had stopped, at least that's how it felt. Another swing, this time with a super high release did little to quell the damage to my ego. The teens looked to be in no hurry to leave the swing to we headed on without them and were back at our camp by 6 pm. Inspecting the camp I found that a squirrel had chewed through the bottom of my Tarptent and into our food bag. For some reason I left the food in the tent, within the sleeping bag, to keep it cooler rather than hanging it on the pole. That night, during another lovely dinner of chili-mac we decided that we would cut the trip 1 day short and hike out the following morning. Wednesday, July 5th Our
plan was to park in front of the room we stayed at a few days earlier
then walk over the pool to rinse off our trail grime before changing
into clean clothes. During the drive from the Hilltop the plan
seemed perfect since our parking spot and the room was not visible from
the front desk. I also recalled that door leading to the pool was
broken so we didn't need a card to get in. However, when we pulled
up to the room we saw the worst possible sight across the parking lot,
the manager who checked us in two days ago conferring with some of the
maids. SHIT. We drove to another end of the parking lot and
considered our next move. We chose to park at another corner of
the lot and take our chances. Things looked good until we reached
the gate, which now had a functioning lock. DOUBLE SHIT.
Just as we were about to die, a maintenance worker pulled out his key and
let us in. Yay! Feeling 1000% better we changed into clean
clothes, got some food and a super large drink at Taco Bell, then drove
100 miles to Las Vegas.
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