The descent from the arid upper canyon rim of the Grand Canyon into the tropical oasis that is the Havasupia Indian Reservation took my breath away from start to finish. For years, I have tried to obtain permits to hike Havasupai but because of the strict regulations and limited number of hikers allowed each year, I have never been able. My ticket to Havasupai could not have been more well timed or well placed. I know that I was meant to be on this trail, surrounded by the individuals I was, and at this time, for a purpose. Havasupai was a testament to me of how aware our Heavenly Father is of us and our needs. Walking amongst his hand sculpted art healed me. The end of my trail at Havasupai gave me a start on my new one.
Enough of that serious stuff though! I just knew that I needed to express my gratitude for heaven sent Havasupai in order to be true to my experience there. Don’t be fooled though, we partied hardy alllllllll the way to the Grand Canyon, the whole time we were there, and alllll the way back! Prepare yourself because this post is definitely a photo overload…
BUT, I don’t think you’ll mind…
We left Utah at around 9:30am and arrived at the trailhead around 9:30pm. I wish I would have gotten a couple pictures of our set up at the trailhead because it was a night that will never be forgotten. The whole experience can pretty much be summed up in one famous quote, “Everyone is miserable.” Let’s just say, thank goodness for tarps, 5 layers of clothing, long awaited sunrise, & most importantly, spooning trains. If I felt like I didn’t really know anyone that well before that night, that certainly wasn’t the case come sunrise… 4am finally came and we started our descent into the Grand Canyon.
I don’t think any of my friends thought this was as cool as I did… This tribal irrigation system has been in use for over 200 years! The entire Supia Village is a twisted mix of the old ways meeting modern convenience.
I would love to know how they got this trampoline into the village (it’s only accessible via foot, horse, and helicopter).
The only 2 story building in the village…
There were 150 people in our group. Before beginning our adventures in Havasupai, we were required to stop in at the tourism office where we read and signed this waiver. Just behind this desk sat the single telephone that they take reservations over every February 1st at 9am.
I love this picture. At this point, we had done 8 miles and had been told that we had “just a little farther” to go before reaching the campground. We had been hearing “just a little bit farther” all day long!
Our next move was a true test of human will power. We had just finished setting up camp after a descently tiring hike into the Grand Canyon, but we knew that there was no time to waste. So, despite it being overcast and our bodies begging us to settle into our hammocks, we grabbed our swimming suits and set off for adventure…
Our first stop was Havasupai Falls. As we neared the falls, the rumble grew louder. The power of the falls created a wind of cool mist. We wasted no time diving right in. It was outer-worldly. I had seen pictures, but never before had I imagined that such a place existed.
The next morning, a group of 6 of us decided to hike into the village for breakfast and to secure a couple extra donkeys to haul our packs out. The scenery and outrageously large pancakes did not disappoint! This is probably one of my favorite photos from the trip…
Side-note: My mom saw this picture after the trip and asked me if I looked like a wild woman the whole time? I think the answer is probably yes haha.
After an afternoon of adventure, we returned to base camp to eat and summon our second winds. Then, because we like to go hard in the paint, we set off to find Hidden Falls… Which, as luck would have it, is actually quite hidden… Like hidden so good we couldn’t even find it. But, we did end up settling with this picturesque little oasis. I ain’t even mad.
That night, our last night on the reservation, we sat around the camp and laughed. It was, by definition, the perfect day.
The next morning, we woke bright and early in order to get packs to the mule train in time and to get an early start on the trail. I was so surprised upon arriving in the village to see a couple of friends from home! They were just about to start their adventure in Havasupai!
The only negative thing about the trip was something I had no control over!… Because of a sudden and violent stomach bug that had decided to hit me with it’s best shot, I ended up taking the helicopter out of the canyon… Having not kept any food down in over 24 hours, it was the best $80 I ever spent. The pictures were worth it too I guess…
This might have been the first time I found myself at Supia, but it certainly won’t be the last.
Havasupai was Heaven sent. Truly.
I visited Havasupai again in 2016, so if you’d like to read another account of the same trip, you can do so by clicking here.