Hav-a-poopi

After a strenuous and back-breaking weekend of hiking at Havasupi, I was feeling pretty good about myself. Although I failed to have the brute strength to hike out of Havasupi (for those uneducated in the outdoor "hard-core" arena, Havasupi is hiking in and out of the Grand Canyon carrying everything on your back and camping), I had made the hike in and even hiked to and from the village several times (strictly in search of Diet Coke). My hiking odometer clocked about twenty miles in three days, including gnarly bruises on my heels and shoulder, which officially categorized me as "hard-core" regardless of my helicopter ride out of the Grand Canyon.

However, I was brutally awakened to the pathetic and embarrassing state of my athletic ability the next weekend when two of my old roommates informed me they had hiked in AND out of Havasupi with packs on just the week before me! I wish I could claim the temperature was much more brutal when I was there, or that my pack was larger, but I finally had to come to grips with the truth...I am not HARD-CORE.





Ben decided to demonstrate one of his many talents of catching squirrels. After a few hours of bating them with peanuts while we all video-taped, Ben finally snagged a big one. Him and my dad proceeded to try and drown the squirrel (they claimed they wanted to see him swim) in the nearby river. It was no surprise to the rest of us when the squirrels starting trying to steal our playing cards and Gatorade as revenge.




The beautiful falls:



After our strenuous......helicopter ride....



And a few pictures of my trip to San Diego for Brooke's wedding: