Grand Falls   |   October 11, 2016

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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.

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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.

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Cows just roam feely out here in on the reservation without fences or boundaries.

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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.

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