This narrow path in Havasu Canyon, Arizona, leads down the cliff from which Mooney Falls drops. The cliff was named after an unfortunate miner who fell from the cliff in the 19th century. By the time his companions were able to reach him, his body was completely encased in the travertine that eventually glazes everything over which water flows in
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I miss Flagstaff. Staying at the Weatherford or the Monte Vista. I remember lying awake in the Monte V one night during a spectacular storm, watching streak lightning rip across the sky. My room at the Weatherford had a fabulous clawfoot tub. The lovely tea shop downstairs from the Monte Vista; Rendezvous, I think it was called. Great salads at
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In April 2008, my daughter Hadley, her friend Alex and I hiked through Arizona’s Havasu Canyon—the last place in the United States where the mail still travels by mule. Havasu is an extraordinary side canyon to the Grand Canyon, formed by Havasu Creek’s journey to the Colorado River. The Windex-blue water at Havasu takes its color from calcium and other minerals
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