The Supai Journals
Day 2 - Cesar Chavez
Day 3 - Harry Do
Day 4 - Kyle Picco
Pictures - Harry Do, Joseph Rouintree, & Kyle Picco
We had only what we brought with us onto the bus, and what we could grab at the store at one of our few stops. I'm glad we did make stops before we arrived at our destination, otherwise I probably would have forgotten how to use my legs. We all stocked up on any materials we may have forgotten, and grabbed food at one of the nearby stores, like Arby's. Then, back to the bus, for more long hours of travel. Good thing people brought decks of cards. I personally didn't play, but I got to witness some magic tricks, so that was cool too.
At the end of our bus ride, we were greeted by an amazing view of the canyon below us. Then, I realized I would have to climb down all that, and my feeling of wonder went away.
Packs were heavy for all of us, though the more athletic members of the group seemed largely unaffected. Being out of shape, I quickly found myself near the end of the line. It's mildly disheartening to see person after person pass you by, when you feel that you're moving as fast as you can. Especially when you see them off in the distance, no bigger than an ant. It was a long walk. The canyon was very misleading. Around every corner, I would see light, and think that it would open out into the Supai village, (or at least, somewhere with a river), but every corner lied to me. It was just more rocks. And sand. And... rocks. Well, eventually I arrived at camp. The moleskin I had put on the bottoms of my feet somehow worked their way onto the tops of my feet, and my shoulders were rubbed raw from my pack.
Tent was quickly pitched, and sleep soon followed. Forget food, I'm just gonna grab a snack from my bag and chew it quietly in the dark, nursing my wounds and crying myself to sleep... Okay, I won't do anything that pathetically tragic. I am going to sleep early, though. Today was a cruel day filled with blazing heat, sore feet, and something else that ends in -eet. I'm spent.
I poked my head out and saw that there were a few people already out making breakfast. Groggily, I got a small stove and a pack of dehydrated eggs. Surprisingly, they weren’t that bad that morning.
As people came back up one by one, they would say that it was one of the coolest and scariest things they’ve been down. The floors were wooden and creaked with every step, and wooden beams supported the ceiling. The mine caves were a bit creepy, but worth going to.
DAY 3: THE WILD RIVERS
Today was an awesome day! We started the day by going down to Mooney Falls, which is a 200 foot waterfall by our campsite. It’s an impressive sight.
We took a river trail down towards Beaver Falls. I didn’t bring water shoes so I had to wear my running shoes. At first, it sucked to have water in your shoes, but then it became natural and then refreshing. We all eventually hit the rope swing, where you would grab onto a rope, which hovered above the river from a tree, and then you could swing around until you jumped into the river.
Eventually after hiking for about three more miles, we hit Beaver Falls. The highlight of Beaver Falls was a 50 feet and 40 feet cliff jump into a deep natural pool of water. As I reached the cliff, I saw James Lewis jump from the 50 feet and I cringed inside. I wanted to jump from the 40 feet one, but not the 50 feet one because when you’re on a cliff, looking down before you jump, and those extra ten feet trip you out.
I remember Mr. Kumar and Taylor Thompson jumped without hesitation, which is great since the longer you wait before you jump, the more mentally challenging it becomes to jump. Me and Kyle were waiting to jump, but it didn’t help since everyone before us was hesitant to jump. When Melissa Michaels jumped, she landed on her butt, which hurt her so much since the impact slams hard on your body. That definitely didn't help my anxiety. When it came down to me and Kyle Picco, I asked him if he wanted to go first, he said yes, but eventually he let me go first.
We had a blast - however, one time, I tried doing it too, but the current was super strong, which pushed me downstream slightly. The current had flipped me over similar to when a wave at the beach wipes you out and you flip around. Chris grabbed my leg and I had no grip on anything. He thought I was fine, so he let me go. I then flipped around again, had no grip of anything, but Kyle then grabbed my leg and saved me from going insanely down the river alone. I almost got swept by the currents a couple times, so I thus was known as the one who nearly died multiple times in the river (although I was never in danger of real death if any administrator is reading this, haha).
Once things settled down and it started nearing dusk, we started to pack up. The hardest parts were picking up all the trash and realizing that it was way harder to pack for leaving than when we arrived. We took longer than expected to pack and distributed our gear amongst tent mates to make it even, but we finished without much trouble. And so once a few words were shared we went off on our hike out towards the bottom of the switchbacks.
The group was allowed to choose where they wanted to go for the day. Many went down to Havasu Falls again to lounge around and watch James Lewis dive under the waterfall. Others stayed around camp, hiked around, or played in the river. Joseph Rouintree spent a good portion of time overlooking the campgrounds up in a cooled off cave.
After cooling off and napping around, the majority of the group came back to the campsite for lunch and relaxation. A large portion of the group decided to lounge around the part of the river with the log and rope, playing tons of different games. The best being when Everett Brown tied the rope to the inner-tube, making it a game to try and stay on, and when Chad Webster, Robert Blackwell, and Mr. Sciacca sat down on the plank trying to knock each other off. Sciacca proceeded to dominate as he defeated both Chad and Robert with everyone around them laughing at his hilarious tactics.