I visited a place on my bucket list a couple weeks ago — Havasu Falls in the Grand Canyon. I’d seen pictures online several times and was a bit awe-struck by the turquoise waters. Granted, I also thought said photos had been Photoshopped. Nonetheless, I had to see for myself to judge.
Last February I shopped the idea around to friends. Turned out, I had a friend that wanted to check it out too. So I called the lodge at Supai Village. Reservations start each year at the beginning of February. I called at the end of February. We’re booked all summer, I was told. After a little maneuvering with my schedule, I made a reservation for September and waited impatiently for several months. (The lesson here? If you want a coveted spot at the falls during the busy summer months — call February 1, on the dot!)
During my impatient waiting, I tried to find as much information as possible about Supai Village and the lodge. I didn’t find much. What I did find did not paint a pretty picture. Reviews online made it sound like I would be vacationing in South Central. I was fully prepared to spend two nights among rude people in a garbage infested village overridden with crime. I opted not to bring the fancy camera and prepared myself for the worst. (I wouldn’t let anything stop me from visiting what had been lauded one of the most beautiful natural phenomenons on Earth.)
You will be happy to know (as I was) what I found was nothing like the battle weary town I expected. The first local I encountered was one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, and although some locals were on the quiet side, I never felt unwelcome or concerned about my welfare. The village was not overridden with garbage. Yes, there was the occasional piece of trash on the ground, but it was obvious the locals tried very hard to keep the village clean. They take the trash out of the canyon by mule, and there’s bound to be a stray fallen piece here and there. The lodge itself was exceptionally clean. The room was basic, but I already knew to expect that (the Havasupai website noted this). Below are some pictures of the hike into the canyon, the lodge and Supai Village (please excuse my ridiculously dirty lens when looking at the pictures of my room at the lodge — I wanted to include the pictures anyway to give you a good idea of what a room looks like).
After being pleasantly surprised with the village, we spent the second day of our trip at the falls. From the village, the easiest to reach falls (Navajo Falls, Havasu Falls and Mooney Falls) are approximately a 2-3 mile hike. Because we had the entire day to visit each of these falls, we were able to relax and enjoy the waters. The weather was warm and absolutely beautiful, and the falls were beyond stunning. I can tell you right now, those photos you see online when you do a search for Havasu Falls are real. The water really is that blue — the turquoise color really is that bright. It’s stunning. Really, really stunning. Here’s a bit of a warning for you though: if you’re afraid of heights (or falling, as I like to call it!) Mooney Falls is a bit sketchy to reach. As you begin to descend the cliff, a sign states descend at own risk. And boy does it mean it! We had no idea what we were in for, and it’s a good thing no one was behind us. There is a rather exposed section after you get through the tunnels, and I have to admit, there were a few points were I froze. I had to take a few breaths to convince myself to move forward (and figure out where to put my feet next). In the end, I’m glad we went ahead and descended. Mooney Falls is beautiful, and how many time in my life will I have the opportunity to play in such amazing waterfalls in the Grand Canyon? After returning home, I heard there were grape vines growing down past Mooney Falls. I wish I would have realized this, as I wouldn’t have stopped my hike there. Perhaps next time! As for swimming, I think Havasu Falls takes the cake. There are several areas perfect for swimming and lots of shaded picnic tables. Navajo Falls surprised me most of all. I could have spent the entire day at Navajo without feeling like I missed out on anything. Ah, so many inspiring vistas! How does one choose a favorite? Here’s what I suggest: make a reservation and choose for yourself!