Two weekends ago I set out on a small adventure to Arizona. I went with group of about 50 people down to Havasupai.
I had never heard of Havasupai, but was still excited to go. Basically everyone I talked to had one of two reactions:
"Wow, really?? That's fantastic! You're going to love it there! I'm so jealous!!"
Well, to spare you the effort of Googling it, Havasupai is a part of the Grand Canyon on an Indian reservation. It's an eight mile hike to the reserve and then another two miles to the camp site. 10 miles total.
Too much. But I made it.
We drove around 10 hours from my small town, stopping in Vegas and a random petting zoo along the way, and arrived at the trail head at about 3 am. We slept--well, tried to sleep--until we started our hike at 4 am.
I was deliriously tired.
My friend and I spent the first hour quoting Finding Nemo, from start to we ran out of brain power. We still had about 4 hours until camp.
Walking into Havasupai was an amazing experience. The red rock, the blue water.
No, really. The water was BLUE. Straight up blue.
The river bed was white and the water looked like God had let a kindergartener color the scene with crayons. The colors were all so intense!
This picture doesn't even begin to capture the beauty of Havasupai, but you start to get the idea.
The hike out was torturous. Another 10 hours. We started at 4 the very next morning after hiking in, and we were wiped.
On the drive back, ADD hit us again and we stopped at some random exotic animal sanctuary and saw tigers, panthers, cougars, and wolves.
We stopped again at Hover Dam (yes, very ADD).
We didn't get back home until 1 am. I was so shot it took all I had to walk up the stairs to my apartment.
The next day someone asked me if I had just run a marathon. I could barely walk.
But it was totally worth it.