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. 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 4,000 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.
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 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.
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 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.
By day, Linda’s a kick-ass technical writer/corporate trainer. Off the clock, she’s a fun-lovin', beer-drinkin' humor writer, occasional stand-up comic, co-host of Aging Nymphs talk radio show, columnist for www.Living-Las-Vegas.com and author of Bastard Husband: A Love Story. To read more of the adventures of Linda Lou, click here.
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