There are a lot of things that I won't do again because they almost killed me the first time, but Havasupai is not one of them.
In fact, there are a lot of things that drunk Indians, rabies-ridden guard dogs, and ten miles of feces might keep me from, but not the Shangri-la where I spent my weekend. I felt like Pocahontas off the drugs and with more logical camping gear.
On the way down, I wasn't too convinced. My Tomogatchi kept me about as alive as our "protective Havasupai native rangers" might have: by falling asleep within the first five minutes of the hike only to remain completely unconscious for the hardest part of the trek, dozing in his own defecation like the undignified bastard he turned out to be.
I didn't need him though; the few days spent in Supai were so marvelous, I would pass up the following trips just to go back:
1. New Zealand (actual country, or glorified movie set? I'm dying to find out... just like everyone else)
2. Time travel
3. The moon
4. Kolob
5. The Swiss Family Robinson tree house
6. My own wedding
2 comments:
C'mon...this sounds wonderful, but the Swiss Family Robinson treehouse!? We fantasized about that thing every Sunday afternoon in the den for 4.5 years! Don't let that dream die...
Awesooooooome.
And glad ya'll made it out alive!
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