Guest roadmaven@aol.com Posted June 8, 2003 Report Share Posted June 8, 2003 Evening all.....We had a great weekend traveling Kentucky and southern Indiana this weekend. And I'm happy to report we did it without having to set a wheel on the interstate. :-) We came across some very cool roadside architecture along the way...mainly from the many walk-up ice cream stands we encountered. However, the highlight of the weekend was our stay at Wigwam Village #2 in Cave City, KY. Folks, I can't express enough what a pleasure it was to talk with a mom & pop motel owner who actually "gets it" like owner Ivan John does. I think Catsup Bottle Mike can attest to this, as he stayed there recently as well. There is something to be said for a man like this who works day & night at his place, by himself, for 9 months out of the year, with the only help he gets from a maintenance man who does the lawns. Any road warrior who ever gets a chance to spend time with him talking about the history of the motel would walk away thinking "Every motel needs a guy like this". Not only has he cleaned up the motel since he's had it for 8 years, but he refuses to rent them out for anyone wishing to stay there "long term". There's more to the story with Ivan, but I suggest you make a trip to Cave City for yourself! http://wigwamvillage.com Regards, Pat Bremer Speedway, IN http://theroadmaven.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest mike@catsupbottle.com Posted June 8, 2003 Report Share Posted June 8, 2003 Greetings one and all... It was one month ago today that the 5th annual Downtown Collinsville World's Largest Catsup Bottle Summerfest Birthday Party and Car Show Bash was an overwhelming success! A big thank you to everyone who participated and to everyone who came out to enjoy the festivities, in spite of the heat (well, after all, it is called the SUMMERfest!). We've updated the Summerfest page with tons of photos and we've also added an update with our appearance in "Woman's World" magazine and in the new "Illinois Route 66 Heritage Project" brochure. If you've got a moment, please check it out! http://www.catsupbottle.com Mike Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Ted Bachman Posted June 8, 2003 Report Share Posted June 8, 2003 Slim, I thank you for all the insight & the tips. I'm very excited about this trip & your description of Manitou Springs reinforces & enhances my paltry research on the area. I'll definately check out all the places you mentioned & try to document other cool sites I run across. Less than 24 hours to blast off!!! Ted ----- Original Message ----- From: Russell S. Rein To: AMERICAN_ROAD@yahoogroups.com Sent: Tuesday, August 05, 2003 7:57 PM Subject: Re: [AMERICAN_ROAD] LHA to Colorado............PPOO back to Illinois Hey Ted, I would be very interested in any details of your PPOO trip. I collect PPOO ephemera, but never drove it, or took the time out to map the old alignment details. I took a similar trip a few years back - I drove US 24 from SE Michigan to Manitou Springs to go to the Society for Commercial Archeology National Conference in Manitou Springs. The Colorado / Manitou Springs area is the ultimate tourist trap - be sure to take the cog train up Pikes Peak (don't drive it first as funny things can happen at 14,000+ feet), Garden of the Gods, Santa's Village, and perhaps 60 or more vintage cabin camps and motels lovingly maintained by their new Polish and Russian emigre owners. The conference was headquarted at the Rainbow Lodge. I couldn't get a room there as it was booked solid, so I stayed a few places down at the formerly named Okla-Tex Court - the first place in the area to have indoor plumbing. Make sure you drive the whole way E - W through towns on Old 24 - Colorado Ave. and N - S on Old 85 - Nevada Ave. and bring lots of film. If you are taking US 24 back part ways be sure to stop at the Genoa Tower in Genoa, CO - a great old tourist trap tower - see six states! http://ican.editthispage.com/genoatower/ It used to front right on US 24 but it is long gone and now backs on I-70. Also, before I forget, when you leave Big Springs, NE the first town into CO is Julesburg. The barber in town is located in the old Ford Garage - which he has turned into a mini-museum with cars, Oregon Trail, Lincoln Highway and Julesburg memorabilia. He's only open a few days a week when he cuts hair - ask anybody on the street where it's at. Hit that road! yer pal, slim On Tue, 5 Aug 2003 09:34:03 -0500 "Ted Bachman" <tbachman@vmichicago.com> writes: > My wife & I are leaving early Thursday for a 1 1/2 week road trip, > driving from Chicagoland to Denver via the LHA (including the > rejected route from Big Springs, Nebraska down to Denver). Our > return will be via the Pikes Peak Ocean to Ocean Highway corridor > (basically U.S. 36) from Colorado Springs back to Central Illinois, > then home. I've marked (guessed) the old PPOO alignment on the > various Delorme state maps, based on a 1926 PPOO guide, and will > drive as much of it as time (& my wife) will allow. (She already > told me no dirt roads.) > > Does anyone know of any "must see" roadie locations along the PPOO? > We've driven the LHA > before but have not found huge amounts of information on the PPOO. > > Thanks, > Ted > ________________________________________________________________ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest roadmaven Posted June 8, 2003 Report Share Posted June 8, 2003 Larry, By all means, AVOID the Gardenway Motel in Villa Ridge. It ranks right up there as the worst place I've stayed. That place has so much potential to be a classic Route 66 motel where people would make a point to stay. Since you're coming back US 150 in southern Indiana, you MUST drive through West Baden/French Lick, which is right off 150 on IN-56. If you've got some extra time on your schedule, by all means take the tour of the 100 year old West Baden Springs Hotel, once proclaimed the 8th Wonder of the World: http://www.historiclandmarks.org/things/westbaden.html Also, there's a nice train ride down there that leaves the Indiana Railway Museum and takes you right by the house where Larry Bird grew up. It also goes through an impressive 1500 foot tunnel on the journey. You'll also enjoy US 150 between IN-56 and Shoals, where you'll hook up with US 50. 150 goes through the Hoosier National Forest and is an AWESOME two lane drive. Highly suggested for an novice road maven, especially during the fall. Be sure to give us a full report once you return! Pat Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Denny Gibson Posted June 8, 2003 Report Share Posted June 8, 2003 I am looking for information on the Wayne Parkway that ran along the west edge of Ohio on parts of US 127 & OH 49. Web searches have turned up bits & pieces (e.g., the board for the route was abolished in 1993) but no details and nothing other than general routing information. Suggestions of where I might look are welcomed. Denny Gibson Cincinnati, Ohio mail@dennygibson.com http://www.dennygibson.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Ken Posted June 9, 2003 Report Share Posted June 9, 2003 Greetings Ted, Since you will be returning home on US 36, be sure to make a stop at the "Geographical Center of the Conterminous United States", which will be 2 miles north of US 36, just outside of Lebanon, Kansas. Not much there except a marker, flagpole and flag, small chapel (which is very, very cool), an abandoned motel, and a picnic pavillion. Just being there in the center is an awesome feeling. Great place to kick back for a packed lunch and have some total peace and quiet for a bit. Have a great and safe adventure! Travel on! God Bless and Happy Trails. the landrunner P.S. LHA stands for the Lincoln Highway Association, right? At first, I thought that you were cruising on the association. (;D --- In AMERICAN_ROAD@yahoogroups.com, "Ted Bachman" <tbachman@v...> wrote: > My wife & I are leaving early Thursday for a 1 1/2 week road trip, driving from Chicagoland to Denver via the LHA (including the rejected route from Big Springs, Nebraska down to Denver). Our return will be via the Pikes Peak Ocean to Ocean Highway corridor (basically U.S. 36) from Colorado Springs back to Central Illinois, then home. I've marked (guessed) the old PPOO alignment on the various Delorme state maps, based on a 1926 PPOO guide, and will drive as much of it as time (& my wife) will allow. (She already told me no dirt roads.) > > Does anyone know of any "must see" roadie locations along the PPOO? We've driven the LHA > before but have not found huge amounts of information on the PPOO. > > Thanks, > Ted > > Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest laurelrk66@aol.com Posted June 10, 2003 Report Share Posted June 10, 2003 What a great story, Nicole! Thank you for sharing all the details, both the good and the bad. I've never been to the bottom of the Canyon, and probably never will, so I appreciated your descriptionof the beauty of Havasu. I could, however, sympathize with you about the foot problems. Back in the days when I was a hiker (yes, I really was!), I suffered like that several times, always because the boots weren't broken in properly. (But it was NEVER worse than the time, at age 13, I insisted on walking around New York City for a full day in 4-inch heels, because I wanted to be "sophisticated". Now THAT is pain!) I hope you will have some photos to share with us soon! Laurel Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Nicole Posted June 10, 2003 Report Share Posted June 10, 2003 Hi all- The words that come to mind the most when I think of Supai/Havasu Falls is spectacular, awesome, breathtaking, unbelievable, unbeatable, and simply WOW. I have been to the South Rim numerous times now……I love the Grand Canyon. In fact, that place has squeezed its way to #1 in my book, having to share that spot with Route 66. I have much more exploring time to do up there, and many more days to request off of work in order to enjoy myself in a place that to me, is the most beautiful place I have ever been. The South Rim is awesome……a place where you take family or friends if they’ve never been, a place where you first introduce someone to this great wonder, or a great place to introduce yourself to if you’ve never been. BUT……that Canyon is such a huge majestic place, that an average 4 hour visit to the South Rim is just the tip of the iceberg, the taste before the indulgence. I’ve learned that I really underestimated what that Canyon has to offer. I know even though I’ve now been to (which I will elaborate on shortly) what I deem the most beautiful and magical place I’ve ever seen with my own two eyes, there are still many more places to explore in the Grand Canyon. I found my new hobby: Gathering all the info whether it be books, brochures, word of mouth, educated persons who know more than I do….whatever, the Grand Canyon is where it’s at for me until I can go no further. How lucky I am that I can just drive there in a few hours time. I can be at the west end of the Canyon in only 2 hours. As far as I’m concerned, that certainly is something to brag about. I have learned quite a bit already in my last quest to see more of the Canyon. My last adventure was to Supai, and to Havasu Falls. I learned that only 2% of the annual visitors to the Grand Canyon (approximately 5 million people) actually see the Falls. When you think of going to the Grand Canyon, most think of driving and looking at it from the top, taking a picture at the entrance next to the big sign that says “Grand Canyon National Park”, then going back to their hotel room for the night. For those of you reading this who have done or relate to only that…..that is just child’s play to what is really there, to what is really inside that big hole you’re looking into. There is an abundance of hidden treasures, gems, and secrets in that place that once you find, you never forget and cannot wait to go back for more. Our trek started last Sunday at about 6:30 a.m. My mom and I had a long hike ahead of us, about 10 miles to be exact. I think the most I’ve ever walked at one time, even on a treadmill was 7 miles. But I was convinced it wouldn’t be a problem because it was the “Grand Canyon” and I’d be too busy appreciating where I was at the whole time to realize how far I was hiking. Well, needless to say, I learned a whole lot about things I myself underestimated and had to go through to learn for myself the hard way! The first part of the hike, along the switchback going down into the Canyon was really cool…..except for my hiking shoes that I hadn’t fully broken in, and were a tad snug had already caused open blisters on each of my heels not even a ? mile in. So yes…….be sure you have comfortable footwear if you ever plan on making this hike. Most people already know this, as did I, but I underestimated the terrain and the length of our hike. So having to stop right after getting started to put moleskin on (and later when things got even worse, duct tape over the moleskin) wasn’t the brightest of planning. But that first part was the only time I had any problems hiking in, or any problems with my shoes/feet while hiking. We trekked on, both with our packs and gear (thanks again Elaine!), passing other adventurers either hiking back up, or going in the same direction we were. Everyone you come across down there is so friendly, and the atmosphere amongst all the hikers is really special. Everyone down there knows they are in such a unique and remote place…..when so many other people don’t even know about it. I can still picture the scenery on the hike in……the rock formations, the desert plantlife, mixed in with the green, the huge walls of rock surrounding you. I don’t even know how to begin to explain it, because it’s simply something one must see for themselves. It’s such a huge difference from standing and sightseeing at the South Rim. But you pass other hikers, always with a smile and a hello…….and you get a few more miles closer to your destination, asking the people hiking out “how much further?” thinking they’d already know since they’ve previously hiked in….which I get a laugh out of now because everyone has a different idea of what “only about 4 more miles” or “you’re getting there!” is. Don’t trust anyone’s sense of mileage down there……they are wrong! ha ha! I passed one guy who said we had about 4 more miles to go…..another guy just a few minutes later said we were almost there….only about 2 miles. Just know that you have one hell of a hike and there’s no turning back once you get started…..so grin and bear it until you get to the campsite check-in 8 miles later! So we trek along…….and every so often we pass Canyon dwellers coming back up on horseback, or a native bringing his herd (is “herd” the right word to use for horses? Ha ha!) of horses back up the Canyon to take more people down, or to let them rest for the day. On each side of us was huge rock rising above us so high, we were hugged in the Canyon floor, forced to continue on. One native passing us with his “herd” of horses told my mother he’d give her 100 horses in trade for me. That was all funny funny ha ha until my mom turned around and said “When you get back to Supai, we’ll talk.” Some things never change! Well, all was going fine and good, until we were almost to Supai…..and the hike started taking its toll on me. It wasn’t the mileage-it was the weight on my back, my blisters (which when all was said and done…..4 big blisters and a cut on one foot, and 3 blisters and 2 small cuts on the other, so needless to say I will not be doing any foot modeling in the near future) and it didn’t hit me till we hit a small creek. I don’t know what body of water this was….a small river, or creek, or what….but it was wide enough to make us stop and question how to cross it. It was shallow, not even knee high….but it was running rapid and my mom began to question if we were even on the right trail. (I had visions of The Blair Witch Project going through my head when this fiasco started) I remember someone telling me that there is a small bridge you cross before you get to Supai, and we were almost to Supai still not having crossed any bridge but yet coming across water. Well, having stopped in the middle of nowhere…….that was the first mistake. The minute we actually stopped, was the minute I realized I wasn’t in good shape. My feet were beyond killing me, and the weight on my back and the heat of the late morning all slapped me in the face. The events that took place were all downhill from there until we actually made it past the falls to our campsite, still having to hike about 3 more miles to even get there. My mom didn’t think I should or could cross this body of water with the pack on me, thinking I’d be swept off of my feet….and me disputing this saying I could do it because it was so shallow, and that I just wanted to take my shoes off first. Which I ended up doing……as she left demanding to take the big pack which had the tent and other mandatory camping items (which I was carrying) before I did so, because she was going to find an alternate route over this water and if I was going to be swept downstream (like she was convinced I was going to be), she wanted her tent. (Can you fell the love now?) So I took my shoes off, put on the water shoes, grabbed the lighter pack….and stubbornly continued to cross the water as she took off in the opposite direction to find the bridge. Crossing this water was a cinch…..and that crystal clear water felt so good on my mutilated feet, I could of stood there for hours. By this time I was now alone, hot, extremely mad, in pain all over, and wanting to quit all this damned hiking. This is where my pace really slowed down, having covered about 7 miles already……I was moaning and groaning, swearing, way too hot, slugging along at an embarrassingly slow pace, and where I was at was temporarily not being appreciated whatsoever because I had problems to contend with. Now that I look back on it…..I was probably just flat out pathetic! I finally reach Supai……I was in such bad shape at this point that I didn’t care who saw me or what they thought…..I was way too mad, too hot, and too sore to care. If anyone has ever been in a situation like this when hiking, you feel my pain. Once I reached the village, I didn’t know where I was going and I just saw some houses scattered, with the natives minding their own business (probably having seen one too many unprepared moron hikers like myself wandering through their property) walking along, or kids playing in the nearby water. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone…..because here I was walking, in obvious pain, alone, in the abyss of “middle of nowhere” at the bottom of the Grand Canyon and noone acknowledged me at all….they just passed me without even looking twice at me. I had to stop and ask some kids who were playing in the water, where the village “cafe” was……and each one told me a different direction (which confirmed my thoughts of Twilight Zone)…….and I trekked on actually dropping my bag temporarily feeling like I couldn’t go much further. I look back now and realize I was being just a tad dramatic and was more angry than anything else due to my lack of being prepared with the shoe situation. It was my feet that rained on my parade. I kept the water shoes on from the time I crossed the creek/river. There was no way I could put my shoes back on. So as I am wandering through Supai, I finally stumble across a building in which I thought was just another house, that had a sign for the camping check-in. I was so happy……I stumbled in there, dirty, panting, hot, and just wanting to get off of my feet, and the weight of the pack off of my back. But I must say……I was there waiting for at least 15 minutes before my mom walked through the door! No…it’s not a competition, I just had to make that known. He he! But she did end up taking the “correct” way and actually found the bridge…..I don’t even know how I found my way into town at the rate I was going. I just slumped in a chair and waited for her to get there. I had had it…..I was done with this hike, but yet I couldn’t be. I still had almost 2 miles to go to get to the campsite! There was no phone I could use to call a friend, there was no car waiting outside……I had no choice but to get up and hike 2 more miles. Such drama. Most of this hike I was going at a great pace, with my mom trailing behind me on the way in. Now it was the complete opposite…..she was way ahead of me, and at this point I had pathetically began to moan and groan the whole way……in utter pain and agony, all because of my blasted FEET. If it weren’t for my messing up my feet, I could of hiked on forever. It was this measly 2 mile hike to the campsite that did me in….that was the worst part. I’ll spare you the annoying pathetic details because I’m sure you already get the point. I was not the most pleasant to be with at this time…..and my mom kept ahead of me ignoring my moans of pain and cries of frustration. We had planned on hiking out the next day……and now that was definitely not going to happen. There were a couple of guys hiking up passing me who saw me struggling the way I was (basically having a little tantrum) and one had offered to carry me to the campsite which at this point wasn’t far away at all……and I sarcastically told him I’d pay him $1000 (that I didn’t have) if he would do so. He told me to not worry…..it’s just around the corner. Well “just around the corner” when you’re down in the Grand Canyon is another term for ANOTHER MILE AND A HALF. Well, when we finally pass this “corner” you suddenly (yes….the story brightens back up from here folks) hear this amazing roar….of Havasu Falls. In all my angst…….I had to swallow my pride, stop my crying and moaning and actually go “ohhhh myyyyy godddddd” as I first laid eyes on those falls. There are no words, no pictures, no anything that could ever describe what I was looking at and what it did to me. It’s simply something you have to see for yourself. But I will say I have never seen anything so beautiful, and so majestic, and so moving in my entire life. The scenery in that whole area is like something from a storybook…….the Grand Canyon is beyond beautiful no matter where you go, but this…..this was a whole other story. A true gem of heaven like nothing you’ve ever seen in your life no matter where your travels in life may have taken you. (I’d be willing to bet anyway) So we finally set up camp……or should I say my mom did most of that while I sat at a picnic table peeling duct tape and moleskin off of my feet almost afraid to look at the damage underneath. (Pleasant picture, huh?) The minute those water shoes, duct tape, and moleskin came off of my feet…..I went barefoot the rest of the time. And when I mean the rest of the time…..I mean the rest of the time. On our almost 2 mile hike back to the village the next morning, I did that barefoot……but lucky for me it’s mostly sand. I could not put on shoes to save my life. When we took the copter out the next day……I walked up to the helicopter pad in a pair of hiking socks. Oh yeah…..all the people down in Supai and at the campground saw me at my best. Geez…..good thing you never do see some people again in your life. So once camp was set up……we walked back up to Havasu Falls, which wasn’t far at all from our campsite…..I slowly walked it barefoot with no problem. Sometimes it doesn’t pay to live in 120 degree weather, because most people were swimming in the crystal clear blue water and I thought it was way too cold. I’m now used to having to have much more severe heat to feel it’s warm enough to get into water to swim. I finally got in, mainly to soothe my feet….and only got in about waist high. My mom was swimming around in it with no problems at all…..I envied her. Again…..being down in there at the falls was so good for the soul…..so relaxing, so amazing. You can’t take your eyes off of it once you’re down there. Like I said before….it really is something from a storybook. A perfect place to take a significant other, it’s so romantic. And poor Kevin, he’s always so patient with me when I always beg him to come along on my last minute road trips and quirky stops….I really think he’s gonna give me credit this time when we go down to the falls. We fell asleep in our tent that night right along the river….the run-off from the falls, the sounds of the rushing water…..put me right to sleep and was heaven to wake up to. Our hike out that morning wasn’t so bad…..I had slept almost 10 hours, I was whipped. So I was well rested, and was fine aside from….you guessed it, my feet. So I hiked it barefoot to Supai where we shortly thereafter hopped in the helicopter to our 8 minute ride to the top. I got front row seat next to the pilot and again…..no words to describe that either, unless you’ve done it, or do it for yourself. That ride was so awesome!!! I can’t wait to do it again. I’ve learned a few things, and am going to share them with you all in case you do plan a big adventure like this one, and have never done so before. The first one is obvious, and excuse my ignorance in it……but wear shoes that won’t tear your feet up! Also….really think about the weight you’re carrying on you and how many miles you’re going to hike. We packed both packs as light as we could, and it still wears on you after you’ve gone 10 miles. Just know what you’re getting yourself into, and be sure it’s your cup of tea. I am so glad I did that hike, but I will never do it again. For me….it’s going to be copter in, copter out from here on out. I’ve learned that’s more my style. Or I might take a horse/mule in. That would be nice too. But I’ve learned that extensive hiking is not for me……and I learned that the hard way. If it were only a 4 or 5 mile hike, I’d do it again….but not a 9-10 mile hike one way. Also….the trip was poor planning on our part because we did not spend nearly enough time down there. This is not a trip you take and just spend one night doing. You need a few days down there…..we never even got to see Mooney Falls due to our lack of proper timing. That is my biggest regret. We basically hiked, set up camp, slept, and left. That is not the way to do it. Landrunner….I’m interested to hear your input and words of advice in this. Again….aside from the mishaps, it was an unforgettable experience that I cannot wait to do again! My feet are still looking lovely (sarcasm)…..probably scarred for life, and rightfully so. I should have been more prepared. Well, some people have to learn the hard way, and I’m one of them! For all you celebrity buffs out there…..Tom Cruise has been down there and actually swam to some of the hidden caves and such that are there, and Darryl Hannah has been quoted as saying it’s her favorite place in the world to be. I’d love to hear if any of you out there have ever done this hike, or been down to Supai. (Landrunner excluded…..we all know he’s the master of knowing what to do down there!!) Or if anyone plans on going. Well, it has hooked me for life, I’m eagerly awaiting the next time I can go! Nicole --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest jim conkle Posted June 10, 2003 Report Share Posted June 10, 2003 Nicole, How about some photos? Sounds as if you had a great time even with the little problems. Good to hear from you. Are you going to be a part of the BLM Clean Up on the week end of the 18th & 19th? I will be out there with my motor home so please stop by if possible. James M. Conkle, Executive Director California Route 66 Preservation Foundation P O Box 290066 Phelan, CA 92329-0066 760-868-3320 760-617-3991 cell 760-868-8614 fax jim@cart66pf.org www.cart66pf.org -----Original Message----- From: Nicole [mailto:arizona66nms@yahoo.com] Sent: Monday, October 06, 2003 7:54 AM To: ; julieannmoe@hotmail.com; Peter Harpin; Jim St Louis; Colette St Louis; Jeri L Koenig; Sherry Allen; Sean Keidel; April A Cyr; Jackie Rowland Subject: [AMERICAN_ROAD] My Supai Adventure Hi all- The words that come to mind the most when I think of Supai/Havasu Falls is spectacular, awesome, breathtaking, unbelievable, unbeatable, and simply WOW. I have been to the South Rim numerous times now……I love the Grand Canyon. In fact, that place has squeezed its way to #1 in my book, having to share that spot with Route 66. I have much more exploring time to do up there, and many more days to request off of work in order to enjoy myself in a place that to me, is the most beautiful place I have ever been. The South Rim is awesome……a place where you take family or friends if they’ve never been, a place where you first introduce someone to this great wonder, or a great place to introduce yourself to if you’ve never been. BUT……that Canyon is such a huge majestic place, that an average 4 hour visit to the South Rim is just the tip of the iceberg, the taste before the indulgence. I’ve learned that I really underestimated what that Canyon has to offer. I know even though I’ve now been to (which I will elaborate on shortly) what I deem the most beautiful and magical place I’ve ever seen with my own two eyes, there are still many more places to explore in the Grand Canyon. I found my new hobby: Gathering all the info whether it be books, brochures, word of mouth, educated persons who know more than I do….whatever, the Grand Canyon is where it’s at for me until I can go no further. How lucky I am that I can just drive there in a few hours time. I can be at the west end of the Canyon in only 2 hours. As far as I’m concerned, that certainly is something to brag about. I have learned quite a bit already in my last quest to see more of the Canyon. My last adventure was to Supai, and to Havasu Falls. I learned that only 2% of the annual visitors to the Grand Canyon (approximately 5 million people) actually see the Falls. When you think of going to the Grand Canyon, most think of driving and looking at it from the top, taking a picture at the entrance next to the big sign that says “Grand Canyon National Park”, then going back to their hotel room for the night. For those of you reading this who have done or relate to only that…..that is just child’s play to what is really there, to what is really inside that big hole you’re looking into. There is an abundance of hidden treasures, gems, and secrets in that place that once you find, you never forget and cannot wait to go back for more. Our trek started last Sunday at about 6:30 a.m. My mom and I had a long hike ahead of us, about 10 miles to be exact. I think the most I’ve ever walked at one time, even on a treadmill was 7 miles. But I was convinced it wouldn’t be a problem because it was the “Grand Canyon” and I’d be too busy appreciating where I was at the whole time to realize how far I was hiking. Well, needless to say, I learned a whole lot about things I myself underestimated and had to go through to learn for myself the hard way! The first part of the hike, along the switchback going down into the Canyon was really cool…..except for my hiking shoes that I hadn’t fully broken in, and were a tad snug had already caused open blisters on each of my heels not even a ? mile in. So yes…….be sure you have comfortable footwear if you ever plan on making this hike. Most people already know this, as did I, but I underestimated the terrain and the length of our hike. So having to stop right after getting started to put moleskin on (and later when things got even worse, duct tape over the moleskin) wasn’t the brightest of planning. But that first part was the only time I had any problems hiking in, or any problems with my shoes/feet while hiking. We trekked on, both with our packs and gear (thanks again Elaine!), passing other adventurers either hiking back up, or going in the same direction we were. Everyone you come across down there is so friendly, and the atmosphere amongst all the hikers is really special. Everyone down there knows they are in such a unique and remote place…..when so many other people don’t even know about it. I can still picture the scenery on the hike in……the rock formations, the desert plantlife, mixed in with the green, the huge walls of rock surrounding you. I don’t even know how to begin to explain it, because it’s simply something one must see for themselves. It’s such a huge difference from standing and sightseeing at the South Rim. But you pass other hikers, always with a smile and a hello…….and you get a few more miles closer to your destination, asking the people hiking out “how much further?” thinking they’d already know since they’ve previously hiked in….which I get a laugh out of now because everyone has a different idea of what “only about 4 more miles” or “you’re getting there!” is. Don’t trust anyone’s sense of mileage down there……they are wrong! ha ha! I passed one guy who said we had about 4 more miles to go…..another guy just a few minutes later said we were almost there….only about 2 miles. Just know that you have one hell of a hike and there’s no turning back once you get started…..so grin and bear it until you get to the campsite check-in 8 miles later! So we trek along…….and every so often we pass Canyon dwellers coming back up on horseback, or a native bringing his herd (is “herd” the right word to use for horses? Ha ha!) of horses back up the Canyon to take more people down, or to let them rest for the day. On each side of us was huge rock rising above us so high, we were hugged in the Canyon floor, forced to continue on. One native passing us with his “herd” of horses told my mother he’d give her 100 horses in trade for me. That was all funny funny ha ha until my mom turned around and said “When you get back to Supai, we’ll talk.” Some things never change! Well, all was going fine and good, until we were almost to Supai…..and the hike started taking its toll on me. It wasn’t the mileage-it was the weight on my back, my blisters (which when all was said and done…..4 big blisters and a cut on one foot, and 3 blisters and 2 small cuts on the other, so needless to say I will not be doing any foot modeling in the near future) and it didn’t hit me till we hit a small creek. I don’t know what body of water this was….a small river, or creek, or what….but it was wide enough to make us stop and question how to cross it. It was shallow, not even knee high….but it was running rapid and my mom began to question if we were even on the right trail. (I had visions of The Blair Witch Project going through my head when this fiasco started) I remember someone telling me that there is a small bridge you cross before you get to Supai, and we were almost to Supai still not having crossed any bridge but yet coming across water. Well, having stopped in the middle of nowhere…….that was the first mistake. The minute we actually stopped, was the minute I realized I wasn’t in good shape. My feet were beyond killing me, and the weight on my back and the heat of the late morning all slapped me in the face. The events that took place were all downhill from there until we actually made it past the falls to our campsite, still having to hike about 3 more miles to even get there. My mom didn’t think I should or could cross this body of water with the pack on me, thinking I’d be swept off of my feet….and me disputing this saying I could do it because it was so shallow, and that I just wanted to take my shoes off first. Which I ended up doing……as she left demanding to take the big pack which had the tent and other mandatory camping items (which I was carrying) before I did so, because she was going to find an alternate route over this water and if I was going to be swept downstream (like she was convinced I was going to be), she wanted her tent. (Can you fell the love now?) So I took my shoes off, put on the water shoes, grabbed the lighter pack….and stubbornly continued to cross the water as she took off in the opposite direction to find the bridge. Crossing this water was a cinch…..and that crystal clear water felt so good on my mutilated feet, I could of stood there for hours. By this time I was now alone, hot, extremely mad, in pain all over, and wanting to quit all this damned hiking. This is where my pace really slowed down, having covered about 7 miles already……I was moaning and groaning, swearing, way too hot, slugging along at an embarrassingly slow pace, and where I was at was temporarily not being appreciated whatsoever because I had problems to contend with. Now that I look back on it…..I was probably just flat out pathetic! I finally reach Supai……I was in such bad shape at this point that I didn’t care who saw me or what they thought…..I was way too mad, too hot, and too sore to care. If anyone has ever been in a situation like this when hiking, you feel my pain. Once I reached the village, I didn’t know where I was going and I just saw some houses scattered, with the natives minding their own business (probably having seen one too many unprepared moron hikers like myself wandering through their property) walking along, or kids playing in the nearby water. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone…..because here I was walking, in obvious pain, alone, in the abyss of “middle of nowhere” at the bottom of the Grand Canyon and noone acknowledged me at all….they just passed me without even looking twice at me. I had to stop and ask some kids who were playing in the water, where the village “cafe” was……and each one told me a different direction (which confirmed my thoughts of Twilight Zone)…….and I trekked on actually dropping my bag temporarily feeling like I couldn’t go much further. I look back now and realize I was being just a tad dramatic and was more angry than anything else due to my lack of being prepared with the shoe situation. It was my feet that rained on my parade. I kept the water shoes on from the time I crossed the creek/river. There was no way I could put my shoes back on. So as I am wandering through Supai, I finally stumble across a building in which I thought was just another house, that had a sign for the camping check-in. I was so happy……I stumbled in there, dirty, panting, hot, and just wanting to get off of my feet, and the weight of the pack off of my back. But I must say……I was there waiting for at least 15 minutes before my mom walked through the door! No…it’s not a competition, I just had to make that known. He he! But she did end up taking the “correct” way and actually found the bridge…..I don’t even know how I found my way into town at the rate I was going. I just slumped in a chair and waited for her to get there. I had had it…..I was done with this hike, but yet I couldn’t be. I still had almost 2 miles to go to get to the campsite! There was no phone I could use to call a friend, there was no car waiting outside……I had no choice but to get up and hike 2 more miles. Such drama. Most of this hike I was going at a great pace, with my mom trailing behind me on the way in. Now it was the complete opposite…..she was way ahead of me, and at this point I had pathetically began to moan and groan the whole way……in utter pain and agony, all because of my blasted FEET. If it weren’t for my messing up my feet, I could of hiked on forever. It was this measly 2 mile hike to the campsite that did me in….that was the worst part. I’ll spare you the annoying pathetic details because I’m sure you already get the point. I was not the most pleasant to be with at this time…..and my mom kept ahead of me ignoring my moans of pain and cries of frustration. We had planned on hiking out the next day……and now that was definitely not going to happen. There were a couple of guys hiking up passing me who saw me struggling the way I was (basically having a little tantrum) and one had offered to carry me to the campsite which at this point wasn’t far away at all……and I sarcastically told him I’d pay him $1000 (that I didn’t have) if he would do so. He told me to not worry…..it’s just around the corner. Well “just around the corner” when you’re down in the Grand Canyon is another term for ANOTHER MILE AND A HALF. Well, when we finally pass this “corner” you suddenly (yes….the story brightens back up from here folks) hear this amazing roar….of Havasu Falls. In all my angst…….I had to swallow my pride, stop my crying and moaning and actually go “ohhhh myyyyy godddddd” as I first laid eyes on those falls. There are no words, no pictures, no anything that could ever describe what I was looking at and what it did to me. It’s simply something you have to see for yourself. But I will say I have never seen anything so beautiful, and so majestic, and so moving in my entire life. The scenery in that whole area is like something from a storybook…….the Grand Canyon is beyond beautiful no matter where you go, but this…..this was a whole other story. A true gem of heaven like nothing you’ve ever seen in your life no matter where your travels in life may have taken you. (I’d be willing to bet anyway) So we finally set up camp……or should I say my mom did most of that while I sat at a picnic table peeling duct tape and moleskin off of my feet almost afraid to look at the damage underneath. (Pleasant picture, huh?) The minute those water shoes, duct tape, and moleskin came off of my feet…..I went barefoot the rest of the time. And when I mean the rest of the time…..I mean the rest of the time. On our almost 2 mile hike back to the village the next morning, I did that barefoot……but lucky for me it’s mostly sand. I could not put on shoes to save my life. When we took the copter out the next day……I walked up to the helicopter pad in a pair of hiking socks. Oh yeah…..all the people down in Supai and at the campground saw me at my best. Geez…..good thing you never do see some people again in your life. So once camp was set up……we walked back up to Havasu Falls, which wasn’t far at all from our campsite…..I slowly walked it barefoot with no problem. Sometimes it doesn’t pay to live in 120 degree weather, because most people were swimming in the crystal clear blue water and I thought it was way too cold. I’m now used to having to have much more severe heat to feel it’s warm enough to get into water to swim. I finally got in, mainly to soothe my feet….and only got in about waist high. My mom was swimming around in it with no problems at all…..I envied her. Again…..being down in there at the falls was so good for the soul…..so relaxing, so amazing. You can’t take your eyes off of it once you’re down there. Like I said before….it really is something from a storybook. A perfect place to take a significant other, it’s so romantic. And poor Kevin, he’s always so patient with me when I always beg him to come along on my last minute road trips and quirky stops….I really think he’s gonna give me credit this time when we go down to the falls. We fell asleep in our tent that night right along the river….the run-off from the falls, the sounds of the rushing water…..put me right to sleep and was heaven to wake up to. Our hike out that morning wasn’t so bad…..I had slept almost 10 hours, I was whipped. So I was well rested, and was fine aside from….you guessed it, my feet. So I hiked it barefoot to Supai where we shortly thereafter hopped in the helicopter to our 8 minute ride to the top. I got front row seat next to the pilot and again…..no words to describe that either, unless you’ve done it, or do it for yourself. That ride was so awesome!!! I can’t wait to do it again. I’ve learned a few things, and am going to share them with you all in case you do plan a big adventure like this one, and have never done so before. The first one is obvious, and excuse my ignorance in it……but wear shoes that won’t tear your feet up! Also….really think about the weight you’re carrying on you and how many miles you’re going to hike. We packed both packs as light as we could, and it still wears on you after you’ve gone 10 miles. Just know what you’re getting yourself into, and be sure it’s your cup of tea. I am so glad I did that hike, but I will never do it again. For me….it’s going to be copter in, copter out from here on out. I’ve learned that’s more my style. Or I might take a horse/mule in. That would be nice too. But I’ve learned that extensive hiking is not for me……and I learned that the hard way. If it were only a 4 or 5 mile hike, I’d do it again….but not a 9-10 mile hike one way. Also….the trip was poor planning on our part because we did not spend nearly enough time down there. This is not a trip you take and just spend one night doing. You need a few days down there…..we never even got to see Mooney Falls due to our lack of proper timing. That is my biggest regret. We basically hiked, set up camp, slept, and left. That is not the way to do it. Landrunner….I’m interested to hear your input and words of advice in this. Again….aside from the mishaps, it was an unforgettable experience that I cannot wait to do again! My feet are still looking lovely (sarcasm)…..probably scarred for life, and rightfully so. I should have been more prepared. Well, some people have to learn the hard way, and I’m one of them! For all you celebrity buffs out there…..Tom Cruise has been down there and actually swam to some of the hidden caves and such that are there, and Darryl Hannah has been quoted as saying it’s her favorite place in the world to be. I’d love to hear if any of you out there have ever done this hike, or been down to Supai. (Landrunner excluded…..we all know he’s the master of knowing what to do down there!!) Or if anyone plans on going. Well, it has hooked me for life, I’m eagerly awaiting the next time I can go! Nicole --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search Visit our homepage at: http://www.mockturtlepress.com To subscribe to AMERICAN ROAD magazine, PHONE TOLL-FREE 1-877-285-5434 WITH YOUR ORDER TODAY! Or send payment to: Mock Turtle Press, PO Box 3168, Lynnwood, WA 98046-3168 SUBSCRIPTION RATES: 1 year (4 issues) for $15.95 (save $3.85 off the newsstand price!) 2 years (8 issues) for $27.95 (save $11.65 off the newsstand price!) For questions about the list, contact: AMERICAN_ROAD-owner@yahoogroups.com To SUBSCRIBE to this group, send an email to: AMERICAN_ROAD-subscribe@yahoogroups.com To UNSUBSCRIBE from this group, send an email to: AMERICAN_ROAD-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com To POST a message via e-mail, send it to: AMERICAN_ROAD@yahoogroups.com Your use of Yahoo! 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Guest B Worley Posted June 10, 2003 Report Share Posted June 10, 2003 WOW Nicole, thanks for the story! I printed it out, and read it over lunch. Someday I'm gonna take that trip - maybe summer 2004 with my son for a high school graduation trip with ol' Dad. By your account, I better get back in the gym starting NOW! take care, Bob Worley --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Denny Gibson Posted June 10, 2003 Report Share Posted June 10, 2003 That "maybe" trip to Phoenix is now on so I'll probably have another 2 or 3 days to roam and am looking for suggestions or comments. Ken, at the end of the Triangle Fish run, you hinted at "Blue" but it had an if about an SUV in it. No SUV - just a rental car - so maybe that's not a choice. Curious to know what it is, though. Plus, I'm guessing you've got a couple of other Arizona routes up your sleeve. I've never been south of Phoenix so have thought of Tucson + Tombstone. Another thought of mine is Route 66 through Oatman with a time dependent option of getting to Goffs. The amount of time available depends on how quickly success (or stonewall failure:-) comes on the job so a real plan will only appear at the last minute. Thoughts appreciated, Denny Gibson http://www.dennygibson.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Nicole Posted June 11, 2003 Report Share Posted June 11, 2003 Hi Jim- Yes, we did take some pics.....my mom will be sending the duplicates out to me as soon as she gets them. I'll be sure to post some of them. The pictures will be awesome....but still won't do justice as to how beautiful it really is there. She took a picture of my feet after we got back too....geez, wonder if I should post that one? That picture could be a good warning of "things to not do" while hiking....."Do not wear shoes that are too small or not broken in." Geez, I can't stress enough how important that is. Although don't worry.....I'll spare you having to view the sights of that picture! Also, I don't know about the Clean Up....this is the first I've heard of it. Where is it going to be at and where is everyone meeting?? Nicole --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Ken Posted June 11, 2003 Report Share Posted June 11, 2003 Hi Nici! Landrunner excluded, huh? Next Route 66 Crew Grand Canyon Adventure will happen next July. Exact date to be set. Full moon preferrable: <http://home.earthlink.net/~thelandrunner66> God Bless 'Till Then. Ken --- In AMERICAN_ROAD@yahoogroups.com, Nicole <arizona66nms@y...> wrote: > > Hi all- > > > > The words that come to mind the most when I think of Supai/Havasu Falls is spectacular, awesome, breathtaking, unbelievable, unbeatable, and simply WOW. > > > > I have been to the South Rim numerous times now……I love the Grand Canyon. In fact, that place has squeezed its way to #1 in my book, having to share that spot with Route 66. I have much more exploring time to do up there, and many more days to request off of work in order to enjoy myself in a place that to me, is the most beautiful place I have ever been. The South Rim is awesome……a place where you take family or friends if they've never been, a place where you first introduce someone to this great wonder, or a great place to introduce yourself to if you've never been. BUT……that Canyon is such a huge majestic place, that an average 4 hour visit to the South Rim is just the tip of the iceberg, the taste before the indulgence. I've learned that I really underestimated what that Canyon has to offer. I know even though I've now been to (which I will elaborate on shortly) what I deem the most beautiful and magical place I've ever seen with my own two eyes, there are still many more > places to explore in the Grand Canyon. I found my new hobby: Gathering all the info whether it be books, brochures, word of mouth, educated persons who know more than I do….whatever, the Grand Canyon is where it's at for me until I can go no further. How lucky I am that I can just drive there in a few hours time. I can be at the west end of the Canyon in only 2 hours. As far as I'm concerned, that certainly is something to brag about. > > > > I have learned quite a bit already in my last quest to see more of the Canyon. My last adventure was to Supai, and to Havasu Falls. I learned that only 2% of the annual visitors to the Grand Canyon (approximately 5 million people) actually see the Falls. When you think of going to the Grand Canyon, most think of driving and looking at it from the top, taking a picture at the entrance next to the big sign that says "Grand Canyon National Park", then going back to their hotel room for the night. For those of you reading this who have done or relate to only that…..that is just child's play to what is really there, to what is really inside that big hole you're looking into. There is an abundance of hidden treasures, gems, and secrets in that place that once you find, you never forget and cannot wait to go back for more. > > > > Our trek started last Sunday at about 6:30 a.m. My mom and I had a long hike ahead of us, about 10 miles to be exact. I think the most I've ever walked at one time, even on a treadmill was 7 miles. But I was convinced it wouldn't be a problem because it was the "Grand Canyon" and I'd be too busy appreciating where I was at the whole time to realize how far I was hiking. Well, needless to say, I learned a whole lot about things I myself underestimated and had to go through to learn for myself the hard way! The first part of the hike, along the switchback going down into the Canyon was really cool…..except for my hiking shoes that I hadn't fully broken in, and were a tad snug had already caused open blisters on each of my heels not even a ? mile in. So yes…….be sure you have comfortable footwear if you ever plan on making this hike. Most people already know this, as did I, but I underestimated the terrain and the length of our hike. So having to stop right after getting started > to put moleskin on (and later when things got even worse, duct tape over the moleskin) wasn't the brightest of planning. But that first part was the only time I had any problems hiking in, or any problems with my shoes/feet while hiking. We trekked on, both with our packs and gear (thanks again Elaine!), passing other adventurers either hiking back up, or going in the same direction we were. Everyone you come across down there is so friendly, and the atmosphere amongst all the hikers is really special. Everyone down there knows they are in such a unique and remote place…..when so many other people don't even know about it. I can still picture the scenery on the hike in……the rock formations, the desert plantlife, mixed in with the green, the huge walls of rock surrounding you. I don't even know how to begin to explain it, because it's simply something one must see for themselves. It's such a huge difference from standing and sightseeing at the South Rim. But you pass other > hikers, always with a smile and a hello…….and you get a few more miles closer to your destination, asking the people hiking out "how much further?" thinking they'd already know since they've previously hiked in….which I get a laugh out of now because everyone has a different idea of what "only about 4 more miles" or "you're getting there!" is. Don't trust anyone's sense of mileage down there……they are wrong! ha ha! I passed one guy who said we had about 4 more miles to go…..another guy just a few minutes later said we were almost there….only about 2 miles. Just know that you have one hell of a hike and there's no turning back once you get started…..so grin and bear it until you get to the campsite check-in 8 miles later! > > > > So we trek along…….and every so often we pass Canyon dwellers coming back up on horseback, or a native bringing his herd (is "herd" the right word to use for horses? Ha ha!) of horses back up the Canyon to take more people down, or to let them rest for the day. On each side of us was huge rock rising above us so high, we were hugged in the Canyon floor, forced to continue on. One native passing us with his "herd" of horses told my mother he'd give her 100 horses in trade for me. That was all funny funny ha ha until my mom turned around and said "When you get back to Supai, we'll talk." Some things never change! > > > > Well, all was going fine and good, until we were almost to Supai…..and the hike started taking its toll on me. It wasn't the mileage-it was the weight on my back, my blisters (which when all was said and done…..4 big blisters and a cut on one foot, and 3 blisters and 2 small cuts on the other, so needless to say I will not be doing any foot modeling in the near future) and it didn't hit me till we hit a small creek. I don't know what body of water this was….a small river, or creek, or what….but it was wide enough to make us stop and question how to cross it. It was shallow, not even knee high….but it was running rapid and my mom began to question if we were even on the right trail. (I had visions of The Blair Witch Project going through my head when this fiasco started) I remember someone telling me that there is a small bridge you cross before you get to Supai, and we were almost to Supai still not having crossed any bridge but yet coming across water. Well, having stopped in > the middle of nowhere…….that was the first mistake. The minute we actually stopped, was the minute I realized I wasn't in good shape. My feet were beyond killing me, and the weight on my back and the heat of the late morning all slapped me in the face. The events that took place were all downhill from there until we actually made it past the falls to our campsite, still having to hike about 3 more miles to even get there. My mom didn't think I should or could cross this body of water with the pack on me, thinking I'd be swept off of my feet….and me disputing this saying I could do it because it was so shallow, and that I just wanted to take my shoes off first. Which I ended up doing……as she left demanding to take the big pack which had the tent and other mandatory camping items (which I was carrying) before I did so, because she was going to find an alternate route over this water and if I was going to be swept downstream (like she was convinced I was going to be), she wanted > her tent. (Can you fell the love now?) So I took my shoes off, put on the water shoes, grabbed the lighter pack….and stubbornly continued to cross the water as she took off in the opposite direction to find the bridge. Crossing this water was a cinch…..and that crystal clear water felt so good on my mutilated feet, I could of stood there for hours. By this time I was now alone, hot, extremely mad, in pain all over, and wanting to quit all this damned hiking. This is where my pace really slowed down, having covered about 7 miles already……I was moaning and groaning, swearing, way too hot, slugging along at an embarrassingly slow pace, and where I was at was temporarily not being appreciated whatsoever because I had problems to contend with. Now that I look back on it…..I was probably just flat out pathetic! > > > > I finally reach Supai……I was in such bad shape at this point that I didn't care who saw me or what they thought…..I was way too mad, too hot, and too sore to care. If anyone has ever been in a situation like this when hiking, you feel my pain. Once I reached the village, I didn't know where I was going and I just saw some houses scattered, with the natives minding their own business (probably having seen one too many unprepared moron hikers like myself wandering through their property) walking along, or kids playing in the nearby water. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone…..because here I was walking, in obvious pain, alone, in the abyss of "middle of nowhere" at the bottom of the Grand Canyon and noone acknowledged me at all….they just passed me without even looking twice at me. I had to stop and ask some kids who were playing in the water, where the village "cafe" was……and each one told me a different direction (which confirmed my thoughts of Twilight Zone)…….and I trekked > on actually dropping my bag temporarily feeling like I couldn't go much further. I look back now and realize I was being just a tad dramatic and was more angry than anything else due to my lack of being prepared with the shoe situation. It was my feet that rained on my parade. I kept the water shoes on from the time I crossed the creek/river. There was no way I could put my shoes back on. So as I am wandering through Supai, I finally stumble across a building in which I thought was just another house, that had a sign for the camping check-in. I was so happy……I stumbled in there, dirty, panting, hot, and just wanting to get off of my feet, and the weight of the pack off of my back. But I must say……I was there waiting for at least 15 minutes before my mom walked through the door! No…it's not a competition, I just had to make that known. He he! But she did end up taking the "correct" way and actually found the bridge…..I don't even know how I found my way into town at the > rate I was going. I just slumped in a chair and waited for her to get there. I had had it…..I was done with this hike, but yet I couldn't be. I still had almost 2 miles to go to get to the campsite! There was no phone I could use to call a friend, there was no car waiting outside……I had no choice but to get up and hike 2 more miles. Such drama. > > > > Most of this hike I was going at a great pace, with my mom trailing behind me on the way in. Now it was the complete opposite…..she was way ahead of me, and at this point I had pathetically began to moan and groan the whole way……in utter pain and agony, all because of my blasted FEET. If it weren't for my messing up my feet, I could of hiked on forever. It was this measly 2 mile hike to the campsite that did me in….that was the worst part. I'll spare you the annoying pathetic details because I'm sure you already get the point. I was not the most pleasant to be with at this time…..and my mom kept ahead of me ignoring my moans of pain and cries of frustration. We had planned on hiking out the next day……and now that was definitely not going to happen. There were a couple of guys hiking up passing me who saw me struggling the way I was (basically having a little tantrum) and one had offered to carry me to the campsite which at this point wasn't far away at all……and I sarcastically > told him I'd pay him $1000 (that I didn't have) if he would do so. He told me to not worry…..it's just around the corner. Well "just around the corner" when you're down in the Grand Canyon is another term for ANOTHER MILE AND A HALF. Well, when we finally pass this "corner" you suddenly (yes….the story brightens back up from here folks) hear this amazing roar….of Havasu Falls. In all my angst…….I had to swallow my pride, stop my crying and moaning and actually go "ohhhh myyyyy godddddd" as I first laid eyes on those falls. There are no words, no pictures, no anything that could ever describe what I was looking at and what it did to me. It's simply something you have to see for yourself. But I will say I have never seen anything so beautiful, and so majestic, and so moving in my entire life. The scenery in that whole area is like something from a storybook…….the Grand Canyon is beyond beautiful no matter where you go, but this…..this was a whole other story. A true gem of > heaven like nothing you've ever seen in your life no matter where your travels in life may have taken you. (I'd be willing to bet anyway) So we finally set up camp……or should I say my mom did most of that while I sat at a picnic table peeling duct tape and moleskin off of my feet almost afraid to look at the damage underneath. (Pleasant picture, huh?) The minute those water shoes, duct tape, and moleskin came off of my feet…..I went barefoot the rest of the time. And when I mean the rest of the time…..I mean the rest of the time. On our almost 2 mile hike back to the village the next morning, I did that barefoot……but lucky for me it's mostly sand. I could not put on shoes to save my life. When we took the copter out the next day……I walked up to the helicopter pad in a pair of hiking socks. Oh yeah…..all the people down in Supai and at the campground saw me at my best. Geez…..good thing you never do see some people again in your life. > > > > So once camp was set up……we walked back up to Havasu Falls, which wasn't far at all from our campsite…..I slowly walked it barefoot with no problem. Sometimes it doesn't pay to live in 120 degree weather, because most people were swimming in the crystal clear blue water and I thought it was way too cold. I'm now used to having to have much more severe heat to feel it's warm enough to get into water to swim. I finally got in, mainly to soothe my feet….and only got in about waist high. My mom was swimming around in it with no problems at all…..I envied her. Again…..being down in there at the falls was so good for the soul…..so relaxing, so amazing. You can't take your eyes off of it once you're down there. Like I said before….it really is something from a storybook. A perfect place to take a significant other, it's so romantic. And poor Kevin, he's always so patient with me when I always beg him to come along on my last minute road trips and quirky stops….I really think he's > gonna give me credit this time when we go down to the falls. > > > > We fell asleep in our tent that night right along the river….the run-off from the falls, the sounds of the rushing water…..put me right to sleep and was heaven to wake up to. Our hike out that morning wasn't so bad…..I had slept almost 10 hours, I was whipped. So I was well rested, and was fine aside from….you guessed it, my feet. So I hiked it barefoot to Supai where we shortly thereafter hopped in the helicopter to our 8 minute ride to the top. I got front row seat next to the pilot and again…..no words to describe that either, unless you've done it, or do it for yourself. That ride was so awesome!!! I can't wait to do it again. > > > > I've learned a few things, and am going to share them with you all in case you do plan a big adventure like this one, and have never done so before. The first one is obvious, and excuse my ignorance in it……but wear shoes that won't tear your feet up! Also….really think about the weight you're carrying on you and how many miles you're going to hike. We packed both packs as light as we could, and it still wears on you after you've gone 10 miles. Just know what you're getting yourself into, and be sure it's your cup of tea. I am so glad I did that hike, but I will never do it again. For me….it's going to be copter in, copter out from here on out. I've learned that's more my style. Or I might take a horse/mule in. That would be nice too. But I've learned that extensive hiking is not for me…… and I learned that the hard way. If it were only a 4 or 5 mile hike, I'd do it again….but not a 9-10 mile hike one way. Also….the trip was poor planning on our part because we did not > spend nearly enough time down there. This is not a trip you take and just spend one night doing. You need a few days down there…..we never even got to see Mooney Falls due to our lack of proper timing. That is my biggest regret. We basically hiked, set up camp, slept, and left. That is not the way to do it. Landrunner….I'm interested to hear your input and words of advice in this. > > > > Again….aside from the mishaps, it was an unforgettable experience that I cannot wait to do again! My feet are still looking lovely (sarcasm)…..probably scarred for life, and rightfully so. I should have been more prepared. Well, some people have to learn the hard way, and I'm one of them! For all you celebrity buffs out there…..Tom Cruise has been down there and actually swam to some of the hidden caves and such that are there, and Darryl Hannah has been quoted as saying it's her favorite place in the world to be. > > > > I'd love to hear if any of you out there have ever done this hike, or been down to Supai. (Landrunner excluded…..we all know he's the master of knowing what to do down there!!) Or if anyone plans on going. Well, it has hooked me for life, I'm eagerly awaiting the next time I can go! > > > > Nicole > > > > > > --------------------------------- > Do you Yahoo!? > The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search > > Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Ken Posted June 11, 2003 Report Share Posted June 11, 2003 Greetings Denny, No high clearance on vehicle, no blue road to Blue. There are no bridges, which will require stream/river crossings. Only 2-3 days Tri-Loop? Hmmmm. From Phoenix? Hmmmm.... Q:) Done US 80 at all? How about the US60 loop west of Phoenix like I suggested the first time. This time, stop in those towns, meet folks, hear a story, get a postmark, take some pics, head back east to Phoenix before the sun goes down. Ken --- In AMERICAN_ROAD@yahoogroups.com, "Denny Gibson" <mail@d...> wrote: > That "maybe" trip to Phoenix is now on so I'll probably have another > 2 or 3 days to roam and am looking for suggestions or comments. > > Ken, at the end of the Triangle Fish run, you hinted at "Blue" but it > had an if about an SUV in it. No SUV - just a rental car - so maybe > that's not a choice. Curious to know what it is, though. Plus, I'm > guessing you've got a couple of other Arizona routes up your sleeve. > > I've never been south of Phoenix so have thought of Tucson + > Tombstone. Another thought of mine is Route 66 through Oatman with a > time dependent option of getting to Goffs. The amount of time > available depends on how quickly success (or stonewall failure:-) > comes on the job so a real plan will only appear at the last minute. > > Thoughts appreciated, > Denny Gibson > http://www.dennygibson.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Chetnichols@aol.com Posted June 11, 2003 Report Share Posted June 11, 2003 Ahhhh, speed limits....... I remember the days when I was touring with various rock 'n roll acts as an opening act. I preferred to drive instead of fly. At one point I had an apartment in San Francisco ($150 per-month...try and find that these days!) and my ranch in Kansas. Needless to say, it was a long "commute" down the "northern route". But that beautiful stretch of highway called Nevada was a roadhammers delight. Ya see, kids, the speed limit was "reasonable and proper".....which, translated, meant...you could go as-fast-as-you-wanted. I had a rare 142E turbo Volvo at that time which topped out at 145mph and I pushed that baby hard for 120,000 miles. Needless to say, you needed GREAT tires. The weirdest part was when you hit the little towns and the speed was 20-25mph. Driving at such high speeds, one tends to become "velocitized"....ie... going 20-25 mph felt like you were in a "slow-motion dream state". You wanted to open the door and put your foot out and push the car forward. But, brothers and sisters of the road, if you broke the speed limit by one-mile-per-hour....there was a welcoming committee there to greet you and stamp your license..."BUSTED! For speeding"....... Regarding "stoning with chunks of Portland cememt"......that's a 12th century, overly-harsh, old-world form of reprimand. This is a new world...let's be 21st century about this issue...how about something like ...you'll be forced to eat 12 dozen Krispy Kremes before you have to sit down in front of a 72 ounce t-bone at The Great Texas Steak House? At least you'll die with a smile on your face. Pass me the napkins.... You 'all have a nice day..... My Best, Chet http://LastRidersOn66.itgo.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest roadmaven Posted June 11, 2003 Report Share Posted June 11, 2003 Greetings folks! It's time once again to post the AMERICAN ROAD "Speed Limits" for our little online group here. Please review! Violations of these rules will result in public stoning by Jim Ross using chunks of Portland concrete. :-) Because personal views so often differ, please familiarize yourself with our SPEED LIMITS, which set some boundaries and explain the atmosphere we hope to maintain. 1. NO FLAMING! Flaming is any derogatory or insulting remark directed at another list member. This does not necessarily include comments critical of persons outside the list, however, such as reporting actions by those who would destroy roadside landmarks. Just remember that the list is not a battleground for personal arguments. Acts of flaming will generate a reminder. Continued infractions will result in banishment. 2. Try to keep your posts on topic. Off-topic comments should be posted sparingly and labeled OFF-TOPIC. 3. Profanity & off-color jokes are forbidden. 4. Kindly keep your posts road-related and aimed at the group in general rather than one individual. Private email should be used for one-on-one chat. 5. Computers have made us lazy but we ask that you please make a real effort to only include parts of an earlier message pertinent to your response. Simply hitting "reply" wastes space and forces everyone else to scroll through threads that may get quite long. TO POST A NOTE TO THE LIST: AMERICAN_ROAD@yahoogroups.com TO UNSUBSCRIBE FROM THE LIST: -go to the website at www.yahoogroups.com, or -email to AMERICAN_ROAD-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com If you have any questions or comments, feel free to drop us a line! Your AMERICAN ROAD magazine list hosts, Pat & Jennifer Bremer AMERICAN_ROAD-owner@yahoogroups.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Chetnichols@aol.com Posted June 11, 2003 Report Share Posted June 11, 2003 Howdy.... Be SURE to have breakfast at "Smokey Joe's" in Williams......great black-top, road grub..... and GIANT pancakes..... Unkle Chesty Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Glenn Posted June 11, 2003 Report Share Posted June 11, 2003 Nevada does still tend to have higher speed limits. For example, 2 lane US 95 has a 70 mph limit in many parts. You don't see that often on a 2 laner. But Nevada has many more people and much more traffic now, so Chet's "welcoming committee" is a more common sight. US 50 is still a wonderful drive anytime! Glenn Adams glenninvegas@juno.com http://www.lasvegasregion.com -- Chetnichols@aol.com wrote: Ahhhh, speed limits....... that beautiful stretch of highway called Nevada was a roadhammers delight. Ya see, kids, the speed limit was "reasonable and proper".....which, translated, meant...you could go as-fast-as-you-wanted. I had a rare 142E turbo Volvo at that time which topped out at 145mph and I pushed that baby hard for 120,000 miles. Needless to say, you needed GREAT tires. The weirdest part was when you hit the little towns and the speed was 20-25mph. Driving at such high speeds, one tends to become "velocitized"....ie... going 20-25 mph felt like you were in a "slow-motion dream state". You wanted to open the door and put your foot out and push the car forward. But, brothers and sisters of the road, if you broke the speed limit by one-mile-per-hour....there was a welcoming committee there to greet you and stamp your license..."BUSTED! For speeding"....... Visit our homepage at: http://www.mockturtlepress.com To subscribe to AMERICAN ROAD magazine, PHONE TOLL-FREE 1-877-285-5434 WITH YOUR ORDER TODAY! Or send payment to: Mock Turtle Press, PO Box 3168, Lynnwood, WA 98046-3168 SUBSCRIPTION RATES: 1 year (4 issues) for $15.95 (save $3.85 off the newsstand price!) 2 years (8 issues) for $27.95 (save $11.65 off the newsstand price!) For questions about the list, contact: AMERICAN_ROAD-owner@yahoogroups.com To SUBSCRIBE to this group, send an email to: AMERICAN_ROAD-subscribe@yahoogroups.com To UNSUBSCRIBE from this group, send an email to: AMERICAN_ROAD-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com To POST a message via e-mail, send it to: AMERICAN_ROAD@yahoogroups.com Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest mistercopacetic Posted June 11, 2003 Report Share Posted June 11, 2003 Hi Everybody, Thanks to everyone who offered suggestions from personal experience on clean, reasonable, yet interesting lodging in the Flagstaff/Williiams area. I normally enjoy doing my own scouting, but since the family is coming along, I hate to take chances. Sincerely, Mistercopacetic Tucson AZ USA Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Alex Burr Posted June 11, 2003 Report Share Posted June 11, 2003 It seems that once you cross over the "big river" heading west, speed limits become more realistic. Having driven thru Iowa, South Dakota, Montana and with my daughter driving, Nebraska, I discovered most two lane roads are posted at either 65 or 70, with the interstate being 70 or 75. My daughter and I did discover, at 5am on a very dark U S 83 south of Valentine, NB, there are hazards out there. Such things as 4 legged critters, like the half dozen or so cows we encountered trucking north toward Valentine in the south bound lane!!! At least they could have had the decency to stay in thier own lane. In case you're wondering, yes, we did slow down to a crawl and did not end our trip on the back of a ramp truck. It is rather a let down to come across the Mississippi River headed east and run into the archaic (to me) 65 mph speed limits - tho there are a few states on this side, such as TN and WV, who have 70mph speed limits. Again, a word of caution. Beware, in TN, of the unmarked state troopers - when I was there 2 years ago they were using white cars, but that may have changed. Have a good one and safe traveling. Hudsonly, Alex B --- Glenn <glenninvegas@juno.com> wrote: > > Nevada does still tend to have higher speed limits. > For example, 2 lane US 95 has a 70 mph limit in many > parts. You don't see that often on a 2 laner. > > But Nevada has many more people and much more > traffic now, so Chet's "welcoming committee" is a > more common sight. US 50 is still a wonderful drive > anytime! > > > Glenn Adams > glenninvegas@juno.com > http://www.lasvegasregion.com > > -- Chetnichols@aol.com wrote: > Ahhhh, speed limits....... > > that beautiful stretch of highway called Nevada was > a roadhammers delight. Ya see, kids, the speed limit > was "reasonable and proper".....which, translated, > meant...you could go as-fast-as-you-wanted. I had a > rare 142E turbo Volvo at that time which topped out > at 145mph and I pushed that baby hard for 120,000 > miles. Needless to say, you needed GREAT tires. The > weirdest part was when you hit > the little towns and the speed was 20-25mph. Driving > at such high speeds, one tends to become > "velocitized"....ie... going 20-25 mph felt like you > were in a "slow-motion dream state". You wanted to > open the door and put your foot out and push the car > forward. But, brothers and sisters of the road, if > you broke the speed limit by > one-mile-per-hour....there was a welcoming committee > there to greet you and stamp your license..."BUSTED! > For speeding"....... > > > Visit our homepage at: > http://www.mockturtlepress.com > > To subscribe to AMERICAN ROAD magazine, PHONE > TOLL-FREE 1-877-285-5434 WITH YOUR ORDER TODAY! > Or send payment to: Mock Turtle Press, PO Box 3168, > Lynnwood, WA 98046-3168 > SUBSCRIPTION RATES: > 1 year (4 issues) for $15.95 > (save $3.85 off the newsstand price!) > 2 years (8 issues) for $27.95 > (save $11.65 off the newsstand price!) > > > For questions about the list, contact: > AMERICAN_ROAD-owner@yahoogroups.com > > To SUBSCRIBE to this group, send an email to: > AMERICAN_ROAD-subscribe@yahoogroups.com > > To UNSUBSCRIBE from this group, send an email to: > AMERICAN_ROAD-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com > > To POST a message via e-mail, send it to: > AMERICAN_ROAD@yahoogroups.com > > > > Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to > http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ > > __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Protect your identity with Yahoo! Mail AddressGuard http://antispam.yahoo.com/whatsnewfree Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest B Worley Posted June 12, 2003 Report Share Posted June 12, 2003 Oh man, I have been waiting 6 months to do this.... ANNOUNCING A NEW DRIVE-IN MOVIE THEATER being built in north Texas! If you've driven on I-45 south of Dallas near Ennis no doubt you've seen it (that means you, McJerry...) Now that the screens are going up there is no hiding what is going in out there ) The owners (who wish to remain anonymous for now) contacted me back in the summer about the build and I have been documenting the progress in pictures. I will also be building their web site, assisting with design and construction of the marquee tower, and helping with construction of projections and concessions buildings. Now for the details: Location: the site is near the tiny town of Garrett, Texas, just north of Ennis on Interstate 45 at exit 255. From Dallas go 20.5 miles south of the I-20 & I-45 interchange, at exit 255 for FM 879. (there is a map on the page linked below). Name: The drive-in name will won't be announced until the web site and other P.R. material is ready. Description: They are building THREE screens. The fields are already ramped, and the screen poles and framework are done. The metal screen material arrive within a few weeks. Screen 1 will have parking for about 250 cars, Dolby stereo and a changeover booth and platter, so they can get classic prints like American Graffiti on occasion. Screens 2 & 3 will share a projection booth, will have FM-projected DTS sound. Screen 2 will hold about 500 cars and screen 3 will park about 300. And this is just phase 1, soon they will be adding more outdoor screens and also a multi screen indoor. For an album of pictures and descriptions please click to: http://www.worleyworld.com/gallery/Texas-Drive-ins Thank ya ~ ) ) I'm so excited! __________ Bob Worley Texas Drive-ins: www.worleyworld.com/texasdriveins/ . __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Protect your identity with Yahoo! Mail AddressGuard http://antispam.yahoo.com/whatsnewfree Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Fran Posted June 12, 2003 Report Share Posted June 12, 2003 -------Original Message------- From: Fran Date: Thursday, November 06, 2003 9:56:33 PM To: virtualroute66@yahoogroups.com; Virgie; Tommy and Glenda; Skip; Shellee; route66@yahoogroups.com; Ramona and Bob; Mark; Margaret_O'neill; Lulu; Lance and Krista; Kip and Quinn; Kent and Mary Sue; Ken; Karen; Jim; Jeff; Jane; Fred; Diane; Carolyn Route 66ers and Fellow Roadies, It is with sad and heavy heart that I must tell you of the passing of an old and dear friend. Pauline Roberts Armstrong left us early this morning after a brave fight to overcome a stroke and kidney failure. She has been owner/operator of the Wagon Wheel Motel in Cuba since 1966. She will be sadly missed by all who knew her. Please remember her and her family in your prayers. Sympathy cards can be sent to: The Pauline Armstrong Family c/o Wagon Wheel Motel Route 66 Cuba, MO. 65453 Fran in Cuba Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Alex Burr Posted June 12, 2003 Report Share Posted June 12, 2003 TJ,. Actually, as I sit here watching the snow come down, I'd have to almost say that Maine approaches Paradise for maybe, oh, three, four, maybe five "days" a year. LOL But there must be something here - everybody wants to move here - and is doing it. Hudsonly, Alex B --- shunpiker15 <shunpiker15@yahoo.com> wrote: > Oh, I forgot to mention that Waldoboro (Maine) -- > cited in my post of > four hours previous -- should be pronounced > "Valdoboro," since it was > settled by Germans. Who, before leaving their > homeland, were told by > the guy that sold them the deed to their piece of > America, that they > could move to Paradise. As Alex surely knows, Maine > approaches > Paradise for what? Three, four, maybe five months a > year? It is > otherwise downright COLD. > > Or, as Mainers see it, there are two seasons in > Maine. Winter and > July. > > Anyway, the denizens of Waldoboro have made the best > of it. It is a > beautiful place. > > Thanks, everyone. > > TJ > > __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? New Yahoo! Photos - easier uploading and sharing. http://photos.yahoo.com/ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest shunpiker15 Posted June 12, 2003 Report Share Posted June 12, 2003 Alex, my new friend, it looks like you'll be watching the snow come down for awhile. The system has intensified, and you may get another 24-30 hours' worth. I have about 12". (That is, uh, a reference to the amount of snowfall here.) The only time I ever experienced "whiteout" was in Maine. On US 1 near Lincolnville. Had to pull over and wait it out. It was at once exciting and frightening. The backroading I shall do this weekend is of the armchair kind. Cheers, TJ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Scott Piotrowski Posted June 12, 2003 Report Share Posted June 12, 2003 I've posted to both Route 66 groups to which I am member, but I felt that this needed posted here as well. I apologize to everyone who gets this two or three (or more) times! Recently, the members of the Board of Trustees of the Southwest Museum (www.southwestmuseum.org) in Highland Park, California, voted to begin an operational partnership with the Autry Museum of Western Heritage. Unfortunately, that may lead to the closure of the Southwest Museum and moving its collections to the Autry. For those of you who do not know about the Southwest Museum, it has been in operation for almost 100 years, and is located just off of Figueroa (Route 66) in Highland Park, near Sycamore Grove Park. It has one of the most comprehensive collections of Native American artifacts in the United States. The Southwest Museum opened in 1907 and is the oldest museum in Los Angeles. It is also a Los Angeles City Historical Landmark. It is that city landmark status that will help us in the battle to keep the Southwest Museum open. We have very active preservationists in the Highland Park Heritage Trust and Los Angeles Conservancy working to save this important piece of American history. It looks like we might be needing more. So I ask that each and every member of this list please get those pens and paper out (or I'll settle for an email or word processor and printer!) and get ready to send letters to the groups listed below. I assure you that these letters will definitely get passed on from the Conservancy and HPHT. Highland Park Heritage Trust PO Box 50894 Los Angeles, CA 90050-0894 (Their website is www.hpht.org, but the email is currently down.) Los Angeles Conservancy 523 W. Sixth St. Suite 826 Los Angeles, CA 90014 info@l... www.laconservancy.org The Autry Museum of Western Heritage 4700 Western Heritage Way Los Angeles, CA 90027-1462 (I do not have a specific name to send to at the Autry Museum.) At this point, the battle is being waged mostly within Los Angeles. So, for now, please only contact the following City and County representatives that represent the district: Los Angeles City Councilman Antonio Villaraigosa 200 N. Spring Street Room 425 Los Angeles, CA 90012 Los Angeles County Supervisor Gloria Molina 856 Kenneth Hahn Hall of Administration 500 West Temple Street Los Angeles, CA 90012 molina@b... Los Angeles Mayor James K. Hahn 200 North Spring Street Room 303 Los Angeles, CA 90012 MayorHahn@mayor.lacity.org Please also send copies of any letters to me, preferably via email. I want to make certain, when we do have to attend City Council and County Supervisor Meetings, that I am armed with the support of all my friends and family along America's Historic Roads. Additionally, the Friends of the Southwest Museum Coalition, made up of a variety of preservation organizations and local interest groups, has finally made some headway with the Autry Museum of Western Heritage. (The Autry and Southwest Museums have merged, and the Autry is taking over control of the Southwest.) Unfortunately, the headway that has been made only includes the opportunity to meet with the Autry board. At this time, no decision on the fate of the Southwest Museum has been made. The Friends of the Southwest Museum Coalition, as mentioned, is made up of a long list of organizations that is interested in saving the Museum. Now is the time to add our various Historic Roads groups to that list. I'm sending out personal emails to a few groups later today. In the meantime, anyone who is involved in a preservation organization of any kind, ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD, please consider joining this group. If you are interested, please email me OFF LIST so that I can forward that information to you. Thank you, everyone, for your time and continued support of preservation across the route and around the world! Scott Piotrowski, Director 66 Productions www.66productions.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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