The Five Waterfalls of Havasupai Indian Reservation

If you want to spend more days at the Grand Canyon, take your wandering feet to Havasupai Indian Reservation. This area is located near the South Rim and is an offshoot of the Colorado River. The Havasu Canyon is just as beautiful and magnificent as the other tributaries along the Grand Canyon.

The Havasupai Canyon includes five waterfalls that boast blue green waters from top to bottom. The Havasupai Tribe of Arizona are the owners of the land, and are known to be the guardians of the blue green waters.

The blue green waters that spring from underground is the result of the accumulation of limestone deposit along the cliffs of the Havasu Canyon. It’s often called the Garden of Eden as such an otherworldly place is situated in the middle of the desert.

Here are the five major waterfalls that are worth the ten-mile hike to Havasupai Indian Reservation:

  • Fifty Foot Falls

The insanely beautiful travertine pools of the Fifty Foot Falls will make you feel like you’re in a fairy tale. The view is breathtaking and the water temperature is just right for an afternoon swim. This falls is located 8.5 miles from Hualapai Hilltop and a mile from Supai Village and campgrounds.

  • Navajo Falls

The Navajo falls is located just below Fifty Foot Falls, so it’s not going to be a problem reaching this part of the reserve. This falls used to be small, but in 2008 after a flash flood, the landscape and terrain of this area completely changed the look and depth of Navajo Falls. One excellent fact about the Navajo Falls is that it features a ledge underneath the waterfall, thus allowing people to walk behind it.

  • Havasu Falls

Once you finish the ten-mile trail, you will find yourself at Havasu Falls. If the pictures from the Internet and magazines are stunning, wait until you see it in real life. The trail going down is easy. At the bottom, you will see a few installed picnic tables where you can have a rest or a quick bite to eat. The water running down the cliff of Havasu Falls is more powerful than that of Navajo and Fifty Foot falls.

  • Mooney Falls

Mooney Falls is located way past the campground. The trek going to Mooney Falls is a bit tricky as the descent hike is a bit slippery and steep in some places. This part of the reserve opens up miles upon miles of river that you can explore and have fun taking photographs in!

  • Beaver Falls

Beaver Falls is undoubtedly the biggest and most powerful of all Havasupai waterfalls. Its drop stands at 190 feet and is 2.5 miles past the campground. Apart from the clear blue green waters of the falls, you can even catch a glimpse of the local wildlife around Beaver Falls!

And don’t worry, there are Hotels near Grand Canyon in case you do not want to camp.

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Standing nearly ankle deep in sheep shit I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what the place would have been like all those years ago. I could almost hear the constant hum of peoples’ voices, doors opening and closing, the louder more obtrusive sounds of the typewriters clattering away. No gentle clicking noises of a computer key board in those days. Where was I? I was standing in the middle of what had once been the command centre for Scapa Flow during the Second World War.


This was my second visit to Scapa Flow and I was back again for another week’s diving, but this time on MV Halton with skipper Bob Anderson. Not only had I come and dived here, but I had visited many of the places associated with the history of the Flow. Most of the skippers running dive trips up here will take you to places during the surface intervals that allow you to explore Scapas past.


Scapa Flow is one of the world’s largest natural harbours stretching 15miles north to south and 8miles wide. The main entrance is in the south from Pentland Firth, the strait separating the group of Orkney Islands from the mainland. The strong tides and navigational hazards were considered to be a sufficient defence at the beginning of the First World War when Scapa was chosen as a suitable base from which the British fleet could patrol the waters of the North Sea. Then in 1919 the German High Seas Fleet was brought to Scapa after the their surrender and it is Admiral von Reuter we have to thank for his legacy of some of the finest wrecks to dive on in the UK. Due to a misunderstanding during the final stages of the peace talks the Admiral thought that the war was about to resume and rather than let his fleet fall into British hands he issued an order to scuttle the fleet. Many stories and rumours abound concerning who knew what and when, but the result was that all 74 ships were scuttled and sunk before the British were able to stop it. In the years that followed most of the fleet was salvaged leaving just three battleships and four light cruisers. Today with the need for the radiation-free steel that is used in the manufacture of delicate instruments, particularly those used in the medical field, the relatively radiation free steel that is still sitting at the bottom of Scapa Flow is particularly valuable.


With the advent of the Second World War Scapa Flow was once again utilised in 1939 as the main base for the Royal Navy. However this time tragedy struck in the form of a German submarine U47 taking advantage of a high tide and finding its way past the blockships in Kirk Sound. It successfully torpedoed HMS Royal Oak and escaped leaving the ship to its fate and 833 crew to a watery grave. She now lies at around 30m on the seabed undisturbed as a war grave where diving is not permitted. Each year on the 13th of October a group of navy divers, survivors and members of the British Legion go out to the buoy that marks the final resting place of the Royal Oak. They conduct a ceremony where wreaths are laid and finally navy divers descend to raise a new ensign on the wreck itself in memory of those who lost their lives. I am sure it must be a solemn and moving experience to be involved in this annual event.


The blockships that U47 managed to evade are clear to see in many places. Huge pieces of metal, masts and even hulls can be seen protruding from the water where enemy shipping might seek a passage through. Where the wrecks have rotted sufficiently pieces of wreckage can be found washed up on the beaches. Some of these blockships such as The Tarbarka and Gobernador Bories in Burra Sound make excellent dives although due to the swift currents timing is crucial to catch slack. It is these currents however that we have to thank for the profusion of life that abounds on these wrecks, which are smothered in filter feeders living off the rich nutrients bought by the rapid currents that flow through here. Although it had been thought that the use of blockships and submarine nets was sufficient defence against the U boats sneaking into the flow, it was evidently not enough. The sinking of the Royal Oak led to a visit by Winston Churchill to Orkney and the building of what were subsequently named the Churchill Barriers. These four barriers formed causeways linking together the five eastern islands of the Orkney group and therefore ensuring that never again would such a tragedy as the sinking of the Royal Oak occur again. Completed in 1945 the barriers were the work of the Italian prisoners of war. Mooring up at Burray you can walk along the beaches and the barriers themselves, a pleasant way to spend a surface interval or overnight stop if you are on a liveaboard.


Early in 1942 1300 Italian prisoners of war were captured in North Africa and brought to Orkney to work on the barriers. However, it is the 550 who were housed in Camp 60 at Lamb Holm that we remember in particular, due to the legacy of what is now known as The Italian Chapel. Interned from 1942 to 1945 they were set to work casting the huge 10ft blocks of concrete that made up the Churchill barriers and in their own time worked to improve the camp to which they were confined. The one thing they felt it lacked was a chapel. In 1943 a new camp commandant arrived and arranged for two Nissen huts placed end to end to be provided for this purpose and initially it was only part of this structure that was to be used. One of the prisoners, Domenico Chiocchetti who had already proved his artistic ability in the construction of a statue of St George made simply from barbed wire and concrete, took on the task of coordinating this transformation. Led by Chiocchetti the group of prisoners were to transform two very ordinary Nissen huts into something that people from all over the world would one day visit. Once the sanctuary was finished, complete with some magnificent paintings behind both the alter and on the ceiling, the remainder of the interior walls were covered with plasterboard and painted to resemble brickwork. It was then decided to build a new façade that would entirely conceal the shape of the huts; once again this was made largely from concrete. After the war the chapel became an increasingly popular tourist attraction and in 1958 a preservation committee was set up. In 1960 the BBC funded a visit by Domenico Chiocchetti who set about the restoration of some of the paintwork and there followed a service of rededication for the chapel. Extraordinary events but then they were extraordinary times. The chapel is a memorial and example of ingenuity, artistic skill and an unfailing spirit even in times of adversity and it is well worthwhile mooring up at Holm in order to visit this very unique building.


Other legacies of the war abound round Scapa Flow. Disused lookouts and gun emplacements can be found on many headlands. On Hoy, which was home to thousands of military personnel, many of the existing buildings have military origins. No where is that more evident than in Lyness itself which houses the visitors centre which was once the main oil storage and pumping facility for Scapa Flow. This was later deemed to be too much of a vulnerable location so further storage tanks were built into the hillside. Most skippers will moor up here at least once during a week’s diving. This gives you an opportunity to explore not only the museum housed in the visitors’ centre but other reminders of the population that was based there. Should you have time, south of Lyness is the Garrison Theatre in North Walls. Originally a Nissen hut with a black and white art deco frontage it served as a military theatre and although the frontage is still in evidence it is now privately owned. Behind the visitors centre is the immaculately kept navel cemetery. Begun in 1915 it has graves from both the world wars.


The command centre Wea Fea, can clearly be seen from the harbour at Lyness and is only a twenty-minute walk. As you walk past the visitors’ centre and up the hill the remains of numerous hidden and buried structures can be glimpsed amongst the trees. Leaving the straggling trees behind you see the grey single story building sitting forlornly at the top of the hill and wading through the boggy animal excrement that covers the floors and steps you enter what was once the centre of operations for Scapa Flow. Every vestige of occupation has now been stripped from inside the building leaving only the old air ventilation system in place and the odd light switch looking very forlorn on the bare walls. Looking out of the circular windows you can see out over Mill Bay and into the Flow, and imagine the view when huge battleships where moving in and out of the flow and momentous events were taking place.
Outside once again and all you can hear is bird song and a gentle breeze blowing and the reality of 2006.


A Minke Whale measuring around 7m was washed ashore at Porthcothan Beach, on the North coast of Cornwall. It had obviously been dead for a while but the cause of death was not known. The Marine Conservation vehicle was on site when I arrived and had put a tag on the carcass, just in case it was taken away again by the incoming tide. They had also made a cut in the body to gauge the length of time since its demise.

The Beach Ranger arrived shortly afterwards and decided that with the incoming tide now lapping at the remains of the Whale, any possibility of removing the carcass would be impossible.

The last time I can remember a Minke Whale being washed up on the North Cornish Coast was about 4 years ago.

A sorry sight.


The townsfolk of Lyme were woken by the loud sound of canon fire reverberating across the bay. Quickly they rushed down to the Cobb, as they knew that a ship was in trouble for the date was 1852 and this was a distress signal. Undeterred by the raging storm that lashed the walls of the Cobb the watching crowd could just make out the distinct shape of a ship that was now beginning to sink; it was the Heroine, a wooden sailing barque on its way from London to Australia.


Her captain had originally sought shelter in Torbay the day before, but when her anchors had failed to hold in the rough seas, she was driven across the bay to the opposite headland shore where she grounded. Still not finished with the ailing ship the raging storm whipped the turbulent sea into such a frenzy that the towering waves managed to lift the Heroine off the rocks pushing her round the headland and dawn of the next day saw her drifting helplessly in Lyme Bay.

Working frantically the crew had continued to try and pump the constant flow of water from the bilges that had also been badly damaged. Finally admitting defeat the Captain had turned to the two small carronades that she was armed with and gave the order for them to be fired repeatedly. It was these that the townsfolk of Lyme had heard while rushing from their homes to see if anything could be done.


With no lifeboat in Lyme a heroic attempt was made by four watching seamen to go to the aid of those aboard the swiftly sinking ship. To no avail, for on leaving the protection of the harbour their small boat was lifted by the violent waves and hurled up against the outside walls of the Cobb, killing three and injuring the fourth. Ironically the crew of the Heroine had managed to launch its longboats successfully, and all the passengers who had originally been bound for the Melbourne in Australia were saved, but with the Heroine sinking to a watery grave beneath the raging sea. Despite the recovery of valuable items from the wreck the following year, she was then left forgotten to rot at the bottom of the sea. Occasionally fishermen reported snagged nets or dredgers in the area but it was thought to be merely a small isolated reef.


It was not until 1991 that she was rediscovered by a couple of divers finding rivets and bits and pieces scattered around whilst on a drift dive. Then finally the following year the two canon were discovered along with the pile of firebricks. Originally one of her holds had been stacked full of these but now all that remains is a pile approx 60m long and 1.5m high, many being somewhat scattered due to the action of the sea and scallop dredgers. Most of the work was done in 1995 and involved clearing a lot of sand and gravel that had come to cover the slowly rotting wreckage. One of the divers who had discovered the wreckage had been Richard Greenaway. He then enlisted the help of Jeff Bryant who had been involved with the Mary Rose Project. With the help of John Walker, the owner and skipper of Miss Pattie, they provided the core team members for their archaeological group, which was aptly named Lyme Bay Heritage. The large quantity of artefacts they recovered from the site were then presented to the Town museum. Whilst a few rotting timbers and copper nails can still be seen this wreck is really no more than a pile of bricks now. Some of these were removed during the excavations and presented to the RNLI who used them in a commemorative panel built into the interior of the lifeboat house at the Cobb as a reminder of the men that died trying to go to the aid of the sinking Heroine.


The site is in a fairly sheltered position and only about four miles from Lyme harbour. It can be dived at any time but due to its size it is not easy to find. Generally it is only dived by two skippers John Walker, who was involved with the original excavation and Doug Lanfear, owner of Blue Turtle.

Having heard ‘there are some pieces of wreckage but its just a pile of bricks really’ I wasn’t sure what to expect, but dropping down the shot to the sea bed at around 25m that is exactly what I saw, loads of bricks. Moving away and looking around the gravelly seabed I noticed some big copper nails and several pieces of well rotted wood. There appeared to be some more of these in amongst the bricks. Whilst the site was not going to be memorable in terms of wreckage Doug the skipper had mentioned that there were several large congers living here and it was generally good for photography, however except for bricks I could see very little. Perhaps there were lots of things hiding deep down in between them?

Slowly I started finning over the top shining my torch in all the little cracks and crevices that might hide some interesting sea creature. Sadly this revealed nothing more exciting than a velvet swimming crab with a missing claw. The gaps in between the bricks were certainly much too small for congers. Having swum over to the opposite side I was just casting my gaze across the pile once more when I noticed a movement below the edge of the pile. Moving nearer I suddenly realised I was looking at the head of the conger poking out from underneath the pile of bricks and looking a little further along there was another one and after that another one again! I then realised that these large congers frequented the labyrinth of holes that were actually underneath the pile of bricks. They entered and exited by the larger gaps that occurred around the edge of the pile. Going in for a closer look I was fascinated to see large shrimps not only strolling around right in front of the congers but also crawling right over their heads. I also counted at least five leopard spotted gobies lying on the rocks right in front of the ‘liar’. With heads that probably measured around eight inches across they were large congers. Gradually gaining a little more courage I slowly inched my way towards them holding out my camera well in front of me. However every time one of them started to emerge from its liar my nerve failed and I backed off.


Having spent a large amount of time taking pictures of the congers around the edge of the bricks I decided to explore the top of the pile and surrounding area a little. The area on one side of the pile seemed to reveal more life than the others and I found scallops laying prone on the seabed, ross coral, empty egg cases and the white bumpy solitary ascidians phallusia mammillata that always looks so gelatinous. A few common sea stars lay draped over some of the bricks and a single pink sea fan bravely stood upright catching the gentle currents. Returning finally to the shot line I picked up the dive knife that I had found and left there in the hopes that the owner would notice it and made my way back up to the surface.

Although there appear to be a large amount of bricks still left on the seabed the local skippers request that you do not bring up bricks or any other memento of the dive. Obviously this pile has become a natural reef and provides shelter and homes to much marine life, including what can only be described as a ‘colony of congers’ but this would soon disappear once divers started taking a brick or two home! Although it had been a second choice due to weather conditions, even the confirmed ‘wreckies’ enjoyed it.

Note: There does seem to be some uncertainty in the information available whether the Heroine sank in 1851 or 1852. Both dates are attributed to her sinking from different sources.