We really enjoy the hiking around Lake Havasu, Arizona. The trailhead to some really great hiking trails is located in “Sara Park” at the very southern end of Lake Havasu City. The website I found gave us information and directions to approximately seventeen different hiking trails in the area, many of which intersect.
I brief Al on a few of our options and wonder if he’ll choose my preference. I usually do the planning, but today I want him to decide the days activity. There’s one trail I was particularly looking forward to hiking; ”Crack in the Mountain Trail” other wise referred to as “Sara’s Crack”.
The trails are clearly marked and color coded. We take the yellow trail which follows a soft, sandy wash. Its pretty much flat the first mile and eventually leads into a canyon. As we continue, the rock walls narrow turning into a slot canyon. We have some super easy bouldering to traverse until we come to the dry waterfall.
I’m ready to
scramble slide down this 7 foot high slick rock until Al puts the kibosh on my fun by asking the time. We’ve been hiking about forty-five minutes before arriving at the “crack in the mountain”. Remember when I commented in my last post about our time in Lake Havasu not being long enough? Well, case in point….we were not able to complete the whole 5 mile hike due to time constraints and commitments. But hey, we did make it to the crack …. Sara’s Crack
Oh, how I wanted to continue this hike, but that meant we needed to allow ourselves 3 hours total to complete. We knew that was not an option today as we had already scheduled other plans in the afternoon. Thus, we returned the way we came, enjoying an hour and a half hike. Although the hike was easy, the next day my calves and glutes were feeling the effects of walking in the soft soil.
We returned to camp at Cattail Cove State Park for a quick lunch and shower and then met our friends for some afternoon socializing.
We started with a little scenic drive heading south on Highway 95 then crossing over the Parker Dam into California. It’s very pretty. There are sand dunes, RV Parks, day-use parks, golf courses, and wild Burros. Since our friend Don was driving, I restrained myself from asking to stop for photo-ops. Somehow, I think that was Al’s plan all along. He knew if we drove, our usual frequent stopping may not only have Don and Nancy (hubby too) rolling their eyes but take twice as long to reach our destination. And Happy Hour was waiting!
Ah, but we did stop so I could visit with the wild Burros on one of the golf courses. I may have found these guys to be way too cute but somehow I don’t think the golf course maintenance crews find them very adorable. Nope, picking up after these guys is probably never ending
After the Burro stop (s) we continued south a short distance before turning east across a bridge into the town of Parker, Arizona. We then headed back north on highway 95 where we find the perfect place for Happy Hour…….