I arrived at Page, AZ on Saturday night exhausted but feeling happy that I got the heck out of Flagstaff. Sunday was a low key day where I tried to fix the usual mapping issues with Delorme, I spend a lot of time fixing Delorme mapping issues. I half-heartedly stumbled down to the Lake Powell Dam where I realized that I was a stone's throw from Glen Canyon. Backpacker magazine has been yammering about this place since I don't know when, I haven't paid much attention because I live in the east and Glen Canyon is, well, I didn't know where it was. But I was here and excited. There is a politically correct story about this place, but instead, I will tell my version.
Back in the last century the evil American politicians decided that hoarding water was a good idea. So they took this beautiful utopian place called Glen Canyon and decided to flood it, in order to keep water in Utah and Colorado, and away from the starving Mexicans who depended on it for sustenance. Ignoring the wishes of everyone who loved the place the politicians conspired to build this monstrosity and, in order to pay for this boondoogle, they would create hydroelectric power. This was good news for Las Vegas who needed lots of water for the fountains over at the Bellagio.
However, the politicians (most likely Republicans) did not count on
I have always wanted to hike in the desert, and here you can hike and go anywhere you wish. There are no trails and with the cool temperatures the rattlers and scorpions stay in their little holes.