National Geographic : 1970 Mar
aerate as they tumble, and the color changes from palest blue to rich blue green-as if, one observer noted, nature had poured bluing into her rinse water. From Navajo Falls the trail descends, then climbs again, to land that is part of Grand Canyon National Park.* Hugging the cliffside, the trail climbs higher still to a promontory that affords a superb view of the second falls, Havasu, tumbling 125 feet into a circular pool misted with spray (page 372). Maidenhair ferns sprout from rocks at the base of the falls, and lush grass, like a putting green, carpets the banks. Beyond the 20-foot-deep lagoon the water shallows and swirls in a series of travertine tubs, shaped like lily pads and floored with pink and white sand. Less than a mile below Havasu sparkles Mooney Falls, at *See "Retracing John Wesley Powell's Historic Voyage Down the Grand Canyon," by Joseph Judge, GEOGRAPHIC, May 1969. 360 Like a desert mirage, Havasu Canyon spreads an emerald counterpane in the midst of an arid land. Irrigated by springs that swell to a creek, the valley blooms with willows and lofty cottonwoods. In this view to the southwest, the village of Supai, including Main Street, lies hidden behind the 800-foot high rampart at left. Across the vale rise twin sandstone pinna cles, the Wigleeva rocks. Should they topple, Havasupai say, the tribe would die. Maps at right pinpoint the Indian reservation.