I went on and adventure with John. He took me to the wild west for some fishing in the Colorado River. We didnt catch any fish but that is not important.
The Havasupai Indian Reservation is a Native American reservation for the Havasu people, surrounded entirely by Grand Canyon National Park, in Coconino County in Arizona, USA. It is considered one of America’s most remote Indian reservations.
After I abandoned Michigan and moved to Colorado, this is one of the places that John took me. We went by a pickup truck that had a canopy attached to the bed of the truck. We often slept inside this truck on our travels.
This Havasupai Indian reservation is in a canyon that leads down to the Colorado River. We parked the truck at the top of this canyon and hiked down. We took a change of clothes and fishing poles. We came to the Indian reservation after about two hours of walking. It was a small village. There were no tourists and we were the only white people there. But the natives were friendly enough. We got something to eat here and continued on. We then came to the Havasu Falls. There wasn’t much water so the falls were rather small. We were then on the top and the only way down was through a cave along the side of the falls. Once at the bottom we followed this river down to the Colorado. We met no one on this part of the trip. It was cloudy and mostly cool. Finally at the Colorado River we fished. John is an expert. I tried my best. Neither of us caught anything.
We finally gave up and headed back out. It was getting dark. John decided we should stop for the night. We slept on the trail. It rained and got chilly. But I did sleep for a while. Early the next morning we started our hike out.
Of course, we are now going uphill. The plan was to get to the truck that day. It was not very steep along the river to the falls. At the falls we climbed up through the cave to the top. Once there we were soon back at the Indian reservation. Again, we got something to eat and then started up the canyon.
It was terrible. I was miserable. I was cold and tired. John was about 5 meters ahead of me as we climbed. I started to grumble. I was also hungry. John kept cool. I continued my complaining until we finally made it to the truck. Here we had supplies. John had some beer, and I had some wine. Or so we thought.
It seems that while we were gone someone had rifled our truck. That means that they went through all our belongings and took what they wanted. It was easy as we were gone for two days. They didn’t take anything important, just the beer and the wine.
But there was another concern; we were cold and wet and exhausted (especially me) and John feared we (especially me) might get hypothermia. So, we took off our clothes and slept back-to-back that night to keep ourselves warm. We were fine the next morning. We headed to Lake Powell and Las Vegas for some more fishing.