The trip to SARA’s Crack was a last-minute decision. We had originally planned on doing another Nevada hike. However, after my flag wars with the Confederates, one of the hikers not only cancelled; she also called everyone else to rant and rave. The content of her rants was not fully disclosed to me and I didn’t ask, but the end result was that only one person had the balls to go hiking with me.
The original hike we had chosen was a difficult one. With about four of us scheduled to go, at the time, it was doable. I didn’t feel comfortable trying it with just the two of us. Also, I didn’t move my RV all the way to Arizona just to go back to Nevada every time we wanted to hike. After searching around online, I found SARA’s Crack minutes before bedtime and sent it to him.
Little did I know that this was about to become my favourite desert hike of all time. And, I’m sure you’ll see why!
I grew up in mountain communities as a child, in Jamaica, but we didn’t really have mountain views. Tall trees and rolling hills have a way of ruining that. It wasn’t until my stay in Nevada that I realised how much the mountains call me to me. In Arizona, I missed waking up to them outside my window. At the racist’s playground — Tradewinds RV Park — I woke up to RVs in storage and Confederate flags.
Well, this trail started off with the view of mountains in the backdrop and that was already a solid win for me!
Almost every desert hike that strikes my fancy involves me walking through canyons. Last week, I showed you one that was especially difficult. This one was a breeze. It did call for some agility, but nothing too crazy. Even the rope climbing was just to get up and down around 10 to 15 feet of rock and the knots make it super easy.
What originally drew me to this hiking trail was the fact that I could hike toward the lake. It will never not amaze me to encounter these enormous bodies of water in the desert — and to see water this blue and clear so far north of the West Indies. If I go back to Arizona for nothing else, it will be to see this view in person, again.
This was not a very difficult trail to hike and it gets a lot of foot traffic. I would hike it alone. That said, Lake Havasu is as Redneck-Republican as the rest of Mohave County, so take special care if you are a Person of Colour. My hiking companion and I were not treated politely by many of the White people on the trail. The millennials and a few of the older people were fine, but we definitely got mean-mugged.
One old man, for example, was very happy to see the White frat boys hiking in front, but literally turned his nose up at the sight of us. Racism in Mohave County is not subtle. People are very clear that they do not like you because of the colour of your skin. You also never know what vigilante might feel aggressive, so bring protection. If that bothers you, don’t go there.
Aside from that, it’s a beautiful trail — and, like I said, I would hike it solo. Racist rednecks can kick rocks. They don’t scare me!
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