Saturday, February 7, 2009

My Grand Canyon Hummer Tour excellent adventure

It’s taken me long enough, but I want to tell you about the tour I took to the west rim of the Grand Canyon a few weeks ago through This is kind of a long post, so sit back and come along on this trip with me. No doubt those of you in the colder climates need a little escape!

My traveling companion made our arrangements and he told me a Hummer 2 would be picking us up at the Green Valley Ranch casino at 6:40 a.m. Because I’m freakin’ neurotic about being late for stuff, I stood at our prescribed meeting spot outside the movie theater entrance at 6:30 and took a couple of pre-dawn pictures while I waited.

At 6:43, I called my companion—again, because I’m neurotic—to see where the hell he was because, you know, he was all of three minutes late.

“I’m just getting out of the shower,” he told me. “I'll be there in 15 minutes.” I tried hard not to sound annoyed because it's a new relationship and all, but then he laughed and I could see him waving at me as he approached the casino. Very funny.

The Hummer 2 arrived a second later and our tour guide hopped out of the vehicle. “I’m Scott,” he said, offering his hand with a broad smile. Another couple was already in the vehicle, and they introduced themselves as Heather and Colin from Alberta, Canada. Immediately I thought they were nice as hell, but that may be because I just love Canadians.

Our guide gave us a broad overview of the day’s itinerary and within 20 minutes or so we were traveling over the Hoover Dam. Scott told us a little about the Hoover Dam Bypass Project and explained that we’d stop for photos on the way back.

About a half hour or so past the dam, we pulled into Rosie’s Den, a diner/roadhouse along Route 93 in Willow Beach, Arizona.

We stopped long enough to grab a coffee and peruse the authentic souvenirs from the Old West, like this Marilyn Monroe luxury plush blanket.

Back on the road, Scott told us we’d be taking a scenic shortcut through private property, thanks to an arrangement the tour company had with the land owners. The diversion would shave 15 miles off the trip, he said, and again, we could stop for pictures on the way back. As we drove along a bumpy dirt road through a beautiful Joshua tree forest, Scott told us about the wildlife we might see and pointed out many different types of plants. I don’t remember their names, but after asking our Canadian companions how many people actually live in the city of Alberta, one thing I won't forget is that Alberta is a province, not a city.

Scott fired up the theme from Bonanza on the Hummer’s stereo system, and as we rode along I realized two things: 1) I wouldn’t have experienced this cool shortcut if I hadn’t been on a tour, and 2) I should have opted for a small coffee at Rosie’s, instead of a large, since that bumpy road was started to tease my bladder.

Once through our shortcut, we were about 21 miles from the west rim, and had another 14 miles to go on a grated dirt road. Scott told us the road does quite a job on tires, and even if you had a rental car that you didn’t care about, the last thing you’d want is a problem out in the middle of nowhere. Another reason I was glad to be on a tour.

Just a couple of hours after our departure from Green Valley Ranch, we arrived at the west rim. Owned by the Hualapai Indian tribe and just 120 miles from Las Vegas, the west rim is much closer and considerably less crowded than the tourist-heavy south rim. We browsed through a gift shop and then took a shuttle bus to the Skywalk at Eagle Point. Maybe it’s because I’m not afraid of heights, but to me, the Skywalk actually looks a little more imposing in pictures than in real life.

It wasn’t scary at all, even though you’re almost 4000 feet above the Colorado River. They don’t let you take cameras onto the Skywalk, but that’s not the disappointment you might think; there are plenty of photo ops all over.

After the Skywalk we strolled around the Hualapai Indian village, though there really wasn’t too much to see except for some teepees and other structures that kind of had the same sense of authenticity as the aforementioned Marilyn Monroe luxury plush blanket. I’ve seen quite a few native American cultural demonstrations and they always leave me feeling sad. This one included.

We then took a shuttle to Guano Point, which was beautiful, even though “guano” means “bat shit” (my translation, not our guide's).

I should say there are no real hiking trails at the west rim. This is more of a “walk around and explore” type of place, and I was a bit surprised by the lack of guardrails at both Eagle Point and Guano Point. I’d probably be a wreck if I had my 10-year-old grandson with me, even though he’s a well-behaved little angel. Despite my years of ballet, I’m clumsy as hell, so I kept a cautious distance from the edge, even though it doesn't look it in this picture.

Scott gave us a choice of eating at picnic tables on the rim at Guano Point or we could have a cowboy cookout in the dance hall at the nearby Hualapai Ranch. Once he explained that the continuous sound of chirping birds was piped in to scare away the ravens, which evidently swoop down after your food while you’re eating, I spoke for all of us when I said, “Cowboy cookout—definitely!” With my bird phobia, I would have been a mental case eating out there.

Hualapai Ranch was a little hokey—with staged gunfights and that type of stuff—but it was a blast talking to the actors (I inquired about getting a job as a saloon girl) and the guy who performed card tricks was amazing. And the barbequed chicken, potatoes and glazed carrots hit the spot. Not many people opt for that part of the tour, Scott told us, but we had great fun and I would totally recommend it.

We drove back to Las Vegas the same way we came. I took a million photos in the Joshua tree forest, and as promised, we stopped for photos at the Hoover Dam.

A tour of the west rim is perfect if you want to see the Grand Canyon as a day trip from Las Vegas. Admittedly, it's not as dramatic, but I’ve been to the south rim many times and I’m telling you, it can be a nightmare to park and the crowds can be a real pain in the ass. Plus, the south rim is about 4-5 hours away, and the road up to the canyon from I-40 is borr-rring.

Our day was full, but not overly exhausting. The Canadian couple—Heather and Colin—became our new best friends, though maybe it would have been a drag if we got stuck with people who weren’t so fun. Scott was the perfect guide—knowledgeable, but non-intrusive, and though he’d probably done that gig a thousand times, he approached our tour with a sense of enthusiasm. The Hummer was comfortable and I think we were all happy to leave the driving to someone else.

Great fun!


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Vegas Linda Lou said...

Laura, if you're going as far as Flagstaff, be sure to go the extra 30 miles to Sedona. It's the most beautiful place! Click the links for Sedona and Jerome on the right side of my blog for more info.

Thanks for being such a faithful reader!

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Vegas Linda Lou said...

Oh, I am totally Green Valley, and sure, let them think Summerlin is all it. Sounds like you've been busy--lucky girl!

Julie D said...

Stop talking about Vegas or I'm getting on a plane tonight. LOL

I really love it out there. I see myself living there at some point.

Thanks for the tour, I've been wanting to do that one trip and never have....

KriMonster said...

Wow! Looks like a blast!!

Lilly said...

That sounds an amazing time. Bat shit? How funny. The views are spectaculor.

I am also one of those people who need to be early and expect others to be on time. Glad your new relationship is going well. Enjoy!!!

linda said...

Looks great! Rather odd looking trees. Travelling in a Hummer must be better than going by coach.