Up the old trail

Mrs Perrywinkle A.K.A. Mrs Kadizzle is planning a great hike into  Havsupi Falls in the Grand Canyon.  Kadizzle will visit his sister while the adventure takes place.  Women friends will make the hike without the curse of manhood.  To get ready for the hike a new expensive back pack was purchased. The pack was custom fitted at REI and today the pack full of provisions had to be trail tested.  Off we went up the Chilicoti Trail.  Kadizzle decided to stray from the trail and look for Indian ruins.  To his surprise he immediately came across a site withing twenty yards of the trail. We had walked by it many times and never noticed.  Pot shards are always the giveaway.  Kadizzle saw one then another, then another.  The outline of the old walls indicated there had been a couple of rooms.  As Mrs went up the main trail Kadizzle went higher, but nothing else was found.

Back at the campgrounds business is slow.  Sometimes the government can mess up a one car funeral and at Roosevelt Lake they seem to have accomplished the feat.  A new fee structure has been put in place. This in and of itself has irritated the locals, but to top it off new electronic machines have been put up to collect the fees.  The machines have some serious bugs to work out.  The screens cannot be read because of reflected sunlight, and the heat from the sun sometimes causes the machines to shut off all together.  The net result is attendance is way down.  The number of volunteers and the number of paying guest is about equal.  So at least the service should be good.  It is hot here.  Mrs. Kadizzle says there are winter storm warnings back in the arctic where we came from, so best not to complain.