In the morning we took a trip in to the REI in Flagstaff and bought a new camp stove and some cozy mummy bags. We picked up a lunch to-go and headed to the laundromat.
Grand Falls is about ten miles down an obscure dirt road in the Navajo Indian reservation. The falls haven’t been turned in to a huge tourist attraction but it is definitely worth seeing.
The road actually fords the river just a few hundred feet from the falls. I wasn’t brave enough to cross it in my car but thankfully we didn’t need to have the best views of the falls.
Cows just roam feely out here in on the reservation without fences or boundaries.
There’s no railing here and it’s a long way down. Nessa is a bit afraid of hights and holds the little ones with an iron grip anywhere near the cliff.