The real attraction to Havasu, beautiful waterfalls Photos by Doug Hall, 725 Euclid Way, Centralia, WA 98531
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sunnyokanagan@sunnyokanagan.comThe real attraction to Havasu, beautiful waterfalls
Calcium forms these little pools
The sun briefly penetrates the canyon
Boulders sit precariously on cliff ledges contrasted against the clear skies.
The 8 mile trail in is an old riverbed
by Douglas Hall
...We arrive at the Hilltop, it was about one, And after group pictures, took off in the sun,
Two guys had hiked up, needed water alot, We sold them two gallons, at the Hilltop,
Who took our group pictures? A hiker we trapped, Some cameras in boxes, some cameras had straps,
The trail was next, go at your own pace, Three hikers of ours had brought knee brace,
Down to Supai, the hike is eight miles, Some went fairly fast, some it took awhile,
John went on ahead, was going quite fast, to keep up his pace, I would never last,
The trail went down, the canyon got higher, those red canyon walls, for all to admire,
Down close to Supai, there's Havasu Creek, The blue green water, in this area's unique,
Into Supai, at a leisurely pace, There's a gift shop-museum, and a post office place,
Pack horses in town, with and Indian escort, There's a cafe' and church, and a basket ball court,
Dirt streets and a school, with a satellite dish, To get decent food, was on our wish list,
They do have a store, named 'The Trading Post', Whatever you buy, you pay the most,
A fire department, and a medical clinic, The lodge' at Supai, and we did stay in it,
Three rooms for the girls, and two for the guys, We're settling in, for two nights at Supai,
Indian tacos and burgers, was the Thursday night meal, Didn't matter which one, they lacked food appeal,
The burger she got, it coulda' been arson, The food was not great, just ask C. Larson,
Early on Friday, food started the day, Eggs ordered different, come all the same way,
At Havasu Falls, it's where we ate lunch, Some also swam, of the Havasu bunch,
On to Mooney Falls, we all hit the trail, The trail at Mooney, had a handrail,
While most hiked on down, to the base of the falls, Karen was tempted, Gordon C. to scald,
He hiked through the tunnel, onto the steep trail, In a dangerous place, while Karen turned pale,
At Mooney Falls, Kris was never afraid, But scraped up her knee, and got some first aid,
Most came back up, but some went on down, A ways to the canyon, where they turned around,
On the way back from Mooney, some stopped on the way, At Havasu Falls, and the beauty survey,
Some headed straight back, they were tired perhaps, While back at the falls, some read or took naps,
Again on the trail, from thence we came, To a room at 'The Lodge', and the calf massage game,
Our masseuses were Gordon, C. and Kris, Who provided us with, an analepsis,
Early to bed, for we all were worn out, The next morning some ate, and some went without,
The part we all dreaded, was about to begin, All at our own pace, we began wanderin',
On hiking the trail, Rogene thought "what's that?", What she had found, was a hiker's lost hat,
Once at the Hilltop, the owner was found, He lost it while hiking, the dry, rocky ground,
Group photos on top, another hiker we trapped, One after another, the shutters were snapped,
Glen relieved Karen, he now drove the van, To begin our trip back, west to San Fran,
In the van we played Andrew's, musical tape, Havasu souvenirs, he could not escape,
As Havasu hikers, we do love to roam, Although we have places, that we all call home,
Most live in Seattle, some north of the border, A trip to Centralia, for me is in order,
We're glad for those, who were there to attend, As with all good things, the Havasu Hike now must end.
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