Everything started with a "yes." A few former co-workers have been traveling the world together. After every Instagram post, I would offer myself as a tag-a-long to experience their travel awesomeness. One day, they said, "let’s go!" So, I agreed to join them on a trek of a lifetime to the Havasupai Reservation in Arizona. Here’s my photo story!
Our trip began in Las Vegas, city of sensory overloads and slot machines. We quickly shopped for necessary last minute travel materials and stopped at the Seven Magic Mountains to gain a little Zen from the Vegas frenzy.
The lot around us was completely full of empty cars without a single person in sight. All, seemingly a foreshowing of what was to come – after we lock the doors of our vans to join the folks that left their cars behind.
From the top of Havasupai’s canyon, red rock and dirt surrounded us and showed no promise of life, water or a campground utopia. I was immediately intimidated at the size and height of everything around us.
To leave Havasupai, we woke up at 3:30am to hike out of the canyon in complete darkness. The last ten miles of this adventure was completely uphill and a definite internal test. Getting out could only be done if you wanted it to be done. With all of your belongings on your back and your headlamp guiding the way.