Then you have to climb down the wall where there are chains bolted into the rock.
This is about where we were, about 3 miles down river from the campground when we saw the helicopter come by. It hovered near us and held out a sign that said, "FLOOD". Then he after we started to walk back upstream, he pointed for us to walk DOWNstream. All he really did was confuse us. We waited about 30 minutes and then headed back toward the campground.
There are 600 Havasu indians that live in teh canyon. Their people have lived here for 800 years. We happened to be down there at the time of a festival.
This is Miss Havasupai herself. We got her autograph, too.
This is a part of the village. These rocks are called the guardians of the tribe.
On our way out of town, Patrick really wanted to get fry bread. It ended up being really tasty with beans and cheese.
On our hike out we walked through the thickest gnats I have ever encountered for about a half mile. He were spped walkign and my arm was getting just as tired as my legs from waving frantically in front of my face. When we got through we noticed that there were tons of dead gnats stuck in our hair. You can see them in this picture.