May 6, 2017

May 6, 2017

Today we are relaxing and enjoying this water wonderland of the Havasupai (Turquoise Water People). Aimee and I are both astonished at the scenery.  It is like a hidden Garden of Eden (but for the hordes of other tourists).  We visit Upper and Lower Navajo Falls but spend most of our time in the sheltered cove of the iconic 100-foot Havasu Falls. The spray of the 70° water is in sharp contrast to the dry 100° air temperature outside.  We watch dozens of teenagers jumping off cliffs while filming themselves with Go-Pros and Selfie sticks.

In the evening, we attend a church service led by the pastor that organized this trip.  Visiting Havasu is difficult and not only because of the remote location.  Getting a reservation at the campground is virtually impossible.  The Indians never answer the telephone.  Apparently they prefer to deal with groups. Several commercial groups that charge hefty fees were camped around us.  We got lucky and learned the name of this minister last fall by sheer accident.  He has lead 53 church trips here.  He is now 85!  He announced at the service that this would be his last large trip to Havasu!  Aimee and I give thanks for being able to accompany him on this trip.