Day 9 – 9/28/2019 – Down to the Colorado River

Following breakfast we boarded our vans for the trip to Peach Springs Canyon. Leaving the Interstate we bumped our way down Route 66 enjoying the scenery and the Burma Shave signs along the way. We stopped in Seligman long enough to pick up our permits from the Hualapai Game and Fish office then bounced our way down the Diamond Creek Road thru the canyon.

We stopped along the way for lessons on Spring/Creek-side Vegetation, Geology, and Desert Vegitation.

Gael talking about the flora of a spring
Peach Springs Canyon. Note the lighter colored rocks on the left and the darker colored rocks on the right.
Cheryl on the fault line.
Her left foot is standing on Shinumo Sandstone – somewhere around .75-1.0 Billion years old.
Her right foot is standing on Vishnu Basement Rock – Somewhere around 1.6-1.8 billion years old.
The fault has pushed up the Basement rock on the right about 600 million years.

As we neared the Colorado River several of us chose to walk the last couple of miles.

Arriving at the Colorado River we ate lunch…

Checked out some rapids
Listened as John from Denver played his native flute
Said “Hi” to some local fauna

Took a nap (no pictures because, well, nap), and generally relaxed before loading into the vans for the return trip. Gael wanted to know how impressed everyone was with the river/canyon. Cheryl and I agreed – Not. It really didn’t look that different from what we have in Idaho.

Arriving back at the motel we had a couple of hours to kill. I did a bit of blogging and then we wandered around the property capturing a few interesting images.

Typical mid-century motel
The breakfast room/meeting Room
Complete with Betty
The local constabulary
The mini-golf course
Until the 1950’s the way to get into the cave was to be lowered on a rope thru a hole in the ground
Dining room where we ate our meals. Note the chandeliers made from oil lamps.

One final note about the motel. There’s a motor cycle club from Lake Havasau that comes to this motel every year. So we were sharing the property with upwards of 200 (definitely NOT yuppie) bikers. Nice guys most of whom could use a shave, but who am I to talk.

After dinner we retired to the Betty Boop room for the wrap-up and reflections. Everyone agreed it was a good time, the guides and experts were excellent, and the participants were flexible, positive, and intent on having a good time learning some and experiencing as much as we could in the time allowed.

Tomorrow we pack up, load up, grab some breakfast and return to Sedona to disperse.