Here's the story of our hiking trip to Havasupai Indian Reservation--by far, the most challenging outdoor adventure Richard and I have every had. I've included pictures that you can click on to enlarge.
(Kudo's to Sean - the instigator/planner. He put the trip together and supplied all the lies and encouragement that convinced us we could do it.)
Starting out
We arrived 5/12/07 - Sat a.m. in Phx. After some last minute shopping for food and equipment we
Here we are at the trail head (from left to right):
Kate, Chris (kate & sherm's friend), Sherman, Ellen, Richard, Sean and George. We were smiling at this point because we didn't know any better.
The Hike In
Havasupai Campground is pretty darn remote. The only way in is by foot, horse, or helicopter.
All fun, and then it got tough!
Sean and George had left us in the dust. We were about 20 minutes behind Kate, Sherm, and Chris. It was getting hotter by the minute, finally peaking at about 95 degrees. But it was a dry heat ;-) Richard felt the whole thing was some sort of cruel joke. Just a little further....just a little further..."hey - you kids think we have good life insurance, but we don't"
Around mile 4, Kate & crew took advantage of a rare shade opportunity and we caught up with them for a few minutes before pushing on. Then again, when disenchantment was setting in, Sean came back down the trail and escorted us the rest of the way to
The town
Rumor had it that before you entered the town of Supai, you had to pass the dead mule that had been sitting for several days in the AZ heat. No CSI-Supai and no photo here-(use your imagination or not).
We held our breath and limped into town with blisters and sore muscles to check in at the camping office.
The kids had gone on ahead. The hike between the village and the campground had a lot of very soft sand. Two miles felt like twelve. Fortunately, as we approached the campground, it was getting cooler, and the landscape was getting lusher.
As we approached the campground, it was George who met us to escort us in. Hikers come to
The Campground
Timing is everything. Our bags arrived by mule train
The camp site was a stone's throw from the creek and situated at the base of the canyon wall. Richard and I set up adjacent to a patch of prickly pear cactus.
Our campsite was half way between Havasu and Mooney Falls. A short half-mile walk brought us to the overlook for Mooney Falls, the ultimate photo-op!
The walk to Mooney Falls was a piece of cake. Getting down the 200 feet to the pools at the base of Mooney Falls was a whole other story. Sean mentioned a rope ladder that he claimed "old ladies and little kids can do." Yeah-right! Legend has it that Mooney Falls was named for a guy who tried to descend to the pools with a rope back in 1882. Mr. Mooney didn't make it. Getting down has not improved dramatically since then.
Scarey? oh yeah!
But our efforts were rewarded with anawesome waterfall and crystal clear pools of cascading water.
More photo's from the cascading water at Mooney:
That pretty much wraps up our photos. We got the camera wet during our Mooney adventure.
Kate took some killer photos of the trip. Check them out at http://www.myspace.com/kvphoto. Sean has some nice shots too, although Richard and I are suspiciously absent from them :-)
The Trip Out
Our trip out of the canyon effortless thanks to the village chopper service. Thanks to Airwest Helicopter service http://www.havasupaitribe.com/helicopter.html Richard and I lived to talk about the trip. Five hour hike in and five minute flight out!
Kudos to all the hikers in the group that treked out by foot: Sean, George, Kate, Sherm and Chris.