Arizona Road Trip, 2023 – Heading Home

Jerome, Yarnell, Colorado River, Joshua Tree National Park

March 27-31, 2023

It was time to start heading home! From my campsite at Dead Horse Ranch State Park, I drove up into the mountains to the town of Jerome which was founded on the side of a steep slope in the late 1800’s when rich copper and other mineral deposits were found in the area. In the space of 70 years, the two principal Jerome mines produced over 33 million tons of copper, gold, silver, lead, and zinc, worth more than one billion dollars, and its population grew to more than 10,000. For a time it was known as the “Wickedest City in America” for its boozing, brawls, and brothels. The mines closed by 1953 and Jerome became a ghost town with a population of only 100 souls until about the late 1970s when artists and artisans were drawn to the town by the inexpensive prices of its attractive turn-of-the century wood-framed and brick buildings, and its fabulous views over the Verde Valley.

The town is now very popular with tourists who enjoy its art galleries, gift shops, cafes, and restaurants, and there is a mining museum as well as a museum in the former Douglas Mansion which is an Arizona State Historic Park. The town is also famous because it is slowly sliding downhill! The most extreme example is the town’s jail which slid 200 feet downhill in 1938 when underground blasting shook the earth. I arrived in town very early, before any shops were open, and I enjoyed strolling the quiet streets to view the historic buildings in the bright morning light.

From Jerome, I headed east on 89A. The road first descended on steep switchbacks and then surprised me when it began to rise again and then kept on rising. It twisted and turned up to an elevation of 7040 feet (!) at Mingus Summit pass where snow blanketed the ground below tall Ponderosa pines. More switchbacks led me down down down to the wide plateau of the Prescott valley at an elevation of 5100 feet. I then took Highway 89 through the historic town of Prescott which was once the capital of the state of Arizona. I wondered why on earth they would make the capital here in the middle of a mountain range (the answer is gold and silver). The travel time by wagon from Phoenix and Tucson must have been horrendous!

Then, there was more mountain driving up and then down a long curving descent to the Peeples Valley where I stopped for a walk in the small town of Yarnell. Surrounded by an area of large granite boulders and outcroppings, this agricultural town and travellers’ stop had a sleepy vibe at midday and featured several quirky antique and second-hand stores that were sadly devoid of shoppers.

As I continued on my journey west, the communities were small, few, and far between, and the scenery and plant life varied with the topography. On one section of Highway 89, I was thrilled to pass through an area that featured some of my favourite Arizona desert plants. The road was lined with lupines and poppies, and when I pulled over I was able to admire and photograph, for the last time on this trip, the slender and elegant branches of ocotillo, the bright pink of owl clover, and the sunny yellows of bladder pod and brittle bush flowers.

There were also saguaros, the last of my trip to Arizona and one of the sights that I had most wanted to see in the state. They are truly remarkable plants and the specimens in the photo below are easily over 100 years old as it takes that many years for a saguaro to grow its first arm. Saguaros can live for up to 200 years and grow to be between 40 and 50 feet tall and weigh up to eight tons! Their sides are pleated like an accordion to allow for expansion when rainfall is plentiful and contraction during times of drought. They have roots that radiate up to 100 feet in all directions, just inches below the soil surface, and a saguaro can store enough water from one good rainstorm to sustain the plant for two years. At about 70 years of age, a saguaro will begin to flower and each spring thereafter its white blossoms will bloom for just one night and day to be pollinated by bats, birds and insects. It bright red sweet fruits provide food for birds and bats as well as javelina, pack rats, jack rabbits, coyotes, mule deer and even bighorn sheep after the fruit has fallen. The fruit has traditionally also been collected and eaten by the Tohono O’odham and other indigenous groups, and the wood-like ribs of the saguaro have long been used to construct dwellings, shade ramadas, and fences. Finally, the mighty saguaro provides a home for many bird species including Gila woodpeckers, elf and screech owls, cactus wrens, gilded flickers, finches and sparrows, as well as a home for reptiles and for insects such as bees and beetles. They truly are benevolent citizens of the desert and are considered to be sacred ancestors by the Tohono O’odham.

The photo above also features another amazing desert plant, the rather nondescript-looking creosote bush which is the plant that was most prevalent and widespread in almost every landscape that I travelled through. The photo below is a close up shot of the creosote bush sporting its yellow blossoms and puffy white seed balls. It is one of the best adapted of desert plants and is found throughout the Mojave, Chihuahan and Sonoran deserts. It’s small waxy leaves will drop in periods of extreme drought and regrow after a rainfall. It roots can reach 60 feet down to find water and they secrete toxic chemicals that deter the growth of other plants. Remarkably, at 30-90 years of age, a creosote bush can split into several crowns and become a clonal colony that grows over time in a circular ring shape around the site of the original shrub. These clonal ring colonies can grow to a diameter of 67 feet and are among the oldest living organisms on earth at 11,700 years old!

As I continued west towards California I felt sad and reluctant to leave Arizona but also excited to see the Colorado River. When I had crossed over the Colorado on my trip into Arizona four weeks earlier, I had been speeding along on the very busy I-10 and had time for only a one-second glance at the river so I was determined to make a stop here. I crossed over the Colorado at Parker, Arizona, and then turned north onto the Parker Dam Road on the California side looking for access to the river. After a few miles I passed a trailer park retirement community that was not gated. I entered and parked along the edge of a wide beach that fronted the river and then walked across the sand to sit at a picnic table that was set right beside the river. I let the soothing yet powerful ambiance of this ancient waterway seep into my skin and bones, and I resolved that on my next trip to Arizona I will definitely camp for several days along the banks of the Colorado as well as descend to the river on a hike down into the Grand Canyon. I can hardly wait!

Refreshed, I continued on my journey west and was soon travelling in familiar territory on Highway 62 through the wide and lonely expanse of the Sheephole Valley Wilderness. So beautiful!

I arrived at the town of Twentynine Palms, treated myself to a night in a hotel, and early the next morning I revisited Joshua Tree National Park and walked the Pine City trail, a quiet and peaceful out and back trail of 6 kilometres that led to a small cluster of mature junipers and pinyon trees hidden amidst a great jumble of immense boulders.

It was a weekend, and the park was very very busy so I carried on to Black Rock Canyon Campground where only one campsite was available and it was the same excellent site that I had occupied a month before! I felt at home and I took the whole day to rest, read, putter about, walk a bit, and ready myself for the gruelling drive back to Vancouver on I-5. That three-day drive, though intense and tiring, went smoothly and I arrived back home, safe and sound, after a wonderful journey of 4838 miles (7786 km), through a multitude of environments and a wealth of experiences and memories. Thank you so much for having joined me on that journey, and blessings to you all.

“ By the beauty of the desert, the Creator gives you a gift. The desert allows us to experience a certain quietness within.” Daniel Preston, Tohono O’Odham

Arizona Road Trip, 2023 – Sedona Hikes and Tuzigoot National Monument

March 25-27, 2023

It was a very cold night up on my hilltop campsite and after a restless sleep I woke to find frozen condensation on my car windows. The sun was just rising and a cold and very strong wind tried hard to douse the flames on my camp stove as I prepared my coffee and breakfast. I was all bundled up in a jacket, hat, scarf and gloves but it was still too cold to eat outside so I retreated to the driver’s seat of my Toyota, thankful to be out of the wind! I wondered why in the world I had left the warmth of southern Arizona to travel up to the high country, but of course that question was answered as soon as I arrived, some 40 minutes later, at the beautiful red rock country that surrounds Sedona.

The sun did its job to warm the earth and the temperature was perfect for a hike as I arrived at the parking lot for the Bell Rock and Courthouse Butte hikes. Sedona is a very popular hiking and biking destination and I was lucky to get one of the last available parking spots even though it was still only 7:30 a.m. I was so excited by the colour of the earth and the shapes of the rock formations as I set off towards Bell Rock which is on the left below.

I hiked past Bell Rock,

and headed towards Courthouse Butte to circle around it on a loop of about six kilometres of fairly easy and very scenic hiking. This is Courthouse Butte, beautifully lit by the morning sun.

The views of the butte were constantly changing as I circled around it,

and it was fun to cross several small streams that flowed over the red rocks, constantly eroding and sculpting this landscape.

From Couthouse Butte Trail, I continued on the Big Park Loop which led across a large wash and then headed back towards Bell Rock where rock cairns marked a route to guide hikers up onto the formation.

It started out easy, but some sections required rock scrambling and the use of foot and hand holds. It was very fun, and the views back towards the north were spectacular!

I climbed perhaps two thirds of the way up Bell Rock and felt very proud of myself as well as thrilled to be here.

Back at the parking lot, there was a bit of a traffic jam with hikers and tourists circling for spots, and that was also the case at the parking area for a visit to the Chapel of the Holy Cross. This spectacular church dominates a hillside overlooking Sedona and is a very popular stop for visitors because of the architectural beauty of the church and also its excellent views. I sat for a few moments in the dim and restful interior and I also enjoyed a peaceful moment beside a small fountain with its charming sculpture of Saint Francis.

From the viewing deck outside the church I had a great view to the south of Courthouse Butte and Bell Rock. It felt very satisfying to see where I had hiked!

After my visit to the church I had already had enough of crowds and traffic so I decided not to stop in the busy town of Sedona which is known for its many resorts, spas, restaurants, shopping, and New Age vibe. I had originally planned a second hike for today along Oak Creek in West Sedona but that trail was closed due to flooding. It was now a very warm day and I was feeling a bit tired after my less-than-restful night so I made my way to the local public library. I had to decide whether to keep my upcoming camping reservation at the Grand Canyon. I had been checking the Grand Canyon weather regularly throughout my entire trip, nervous about the constant “Snowfall Warnings”, road closures, and nighttime temperatures that were falling well below freezing (the South Rim of the Grand Canyon sits at an elevation of 7000 feet). Sure enough, that was still the forecast and so I made the decision to cancel my reservations and visit the Grand Canyon on my next trip to Arizona. I then researched and planned my route home and, happy to be organized, I returned to Dead Horse Ranch State Park and in the late afternoon I visited the Tuzigoot National Monument located nearby.

Tuzigoot is a pueblo, largely reconstructed, that was built by the Sinagua on a hilltop above the resource-rich Verde River valley. The first rooms were built around the year 1100, and by the late 1300s the pueblo had grown to be a large complex of 87 rooms, 23 second-story rooms, and a central plaza.

The oldest archaeological finds in the Verde valley are of obsidian arrow points from about 13,0000 years ago. Like their ancient ancestors, the Sinagua who built this pueblo were hunters of small and large game but they were also farmers who grew corn, cotton, squash and beans, and they cultivated agave and prickly pear for food and fibres. They produced undecorated pottery and fine cotton textiles, and they also utilized the mineral resources of the area (blue azurite, green malachite and red argillite) to create paints, elaborate jewellery, and small carvings. They also mined salt in the nearby hills which was a valuable item of trade.

More recent inhabitants of the Verde Valley have also relied upon the rich mineral resources of this area, principally copper, which was discovered by prospectors in the 1880s and led to the founding of the towns of Cottonwood, Clarkdale, and the “billion dollar town” of Jerome which was visible to me up on a mountainside in the distance. An interpretive panel informed me that the large flat area below is the site of five million tons of copper mine tailings spread over 116 acres! Strong winds would often swirl over the area and create choking orange dust storms so in 2006 the site was capped and revegetated. Astounding!

This view from the highest point at Tuzigoot looks south over the valley. The Verde River is marked by the line of tall gray trees, and the very dark trees on the floodplain below are mesquite. By the 1300s, Tuzigoot was part of a network of at least 40 settlements in the area with permanent dwellings and associated farmlands.

Back at camp, the sun was lowering and that cold wind was blowing again and I had to park my car facing into the wind to block it as much as possible while I cooked up my dinner under the back hatch. I ate my noodles and salmon straight from the pot in the driver’s seat, out of the wind, and didn’t relish a long cold evening in the car. Luckily there was a laundromat in Cottonwood so I was able to read, use wifi, and chat for a while with others until 8 p.m. before heading back to camp in the warmth of the car, more ready for the night and with all clean clothes to boot.

I had a great sleep even though the nighttime temperature again fell below zero. I had prepared a peanut butter and jam sandwich the night before and had planned on getting a gas station coffee so in a matter of minutes I was up and on the road, headed again to Sedona for a morning hike at Cathedral Rocks. I was one of the first arrivals at the parking lot and although the day was quickly warming up there was still some frost sparkling prettily on the grasses and other plants.

The trail started off in the flat lands of the Oak Creek valley and then began to rise up onto the red rocks. The curving line of trees below shows the course of Oak Creek as it flows southwest where it will eventually join the Verde River.

I was still enjoying finding frosty plants to photograph in areas of shade as I walked along and I accidentally got off trail. I noticed quite early, and was easily able to find my way back, but it was a lucky accident because I finally saw a mule deer, my only sighting of a large mammal on my entire Arizona trip. It was a special moment and I lingered for a while, all alone and very still, hoping it would reappear. It did not, but I was very happy nonetheless to have had a glimpse.

The trail was wonderful, not yet busy, and Cathedral Rock was spectacular!

Again, the views of the butte changed as I circled around it,

revealing tall sculpted spires and multi-coloured layers of rock.

Unfortunately the trail up onto Cathedral Rock was closed for maintenance so I continued along on the Templeton trail which was like a long red sidewalk circling around the base of Cathedral Rock. It was wonderful walking!

I hiked on for several more kilometres until I reached a large grassy field, with great views back to Cathedral Rock and forward up the Oak Creek valley, and I stopped here for a brief rest before starting the return journey along the same route.

By now, the trail was getting busy with other hikers and mountain bikers yet I didn’t mind. I had had the entire morning almost all to myself in this spectacular landscape and I was very very happy. It was approaching noon and the valley floor alongside Oak Creek was now warm and summery instead of cold and decorated with frost, and when I reached the parking lot cars were waiting for a spot.

Again, I had planned a second hike in the area, but I was feeling very satisfied with my morning excursion and had little desire to drive through or spend time Sedona so I headed back to Cottonwood and my campsite at Dead Horse Ranch State Park. I had some lunch and a refreshing shower and then I gave my Toyota a thorough cleaning in preparation for starting my journey home on the morrow. Then, in the late afternoon I consulted the park’s trail map and decided to walk the Tavasci Marsh trail based on the name alone. It was wonderful! There were huge old cottonwoods,

and dark mesquite trees on a field of deep green grass and purple mustard. I was on the plain below Tuzigoot with views of the monument on the hillside!

The trail led to an appealing wagon track that skirted between the edge of the field and the large marsh.

It was very quiet here, with just the occasional rustling of the dry reeds and grasses in the breeze. The trail then looped around and through the grassy field and dark mesquite trees towards the river. One thing that I had definitely learned on this trip is that as you drive through the expanses of desert it can often look very bleak and dull, but when you stop and walk there are so many things to see. The geology lends form and structure to the land while the many and varied plant communities add colour, shapes, textures and a strong life energy to the scene. Add in the call of a hawk, the quick scurry of a lizard, and small glimpses into the human occupation of this challenging land over millennia and you have a place that is compelling, beautiful, and not in the least bleak and dull.

I felt very grateful to be in this special and quite unique place on my last day before heading home, and I was happy to be ending my trip with the knowledge that I will definitely return to Arizona to explore more of its desert and mountain landscapes, communities, and historical sites.

Arizona Road Trip, 2023 – Sun, Rain, and Snow, Heading to the High Country

Lost Dutchman State Park, Tonto Natural Bridge, Strawberry, Camp Verde, Montezuma Castle, Montezuma Well, Cottonwood, Dead Horse Ranch State Park

March 21 – 24, 2023

As I neared Lost Dutchman State Park in the early afternoon, heavy rain started to fall so I decided to treat myself to a meal at a Mexican restaurant in Apache Junction. The restaurant was full and noisy with families and lots of imbibing retirees so I took a table out on the quiet covered patio and enjoyed my meal and margarita as rain pelted down on the courtyard stones and thunder rumbled. The restaurant had wifi so I began a blog post to describe the start of my journey to Arizona, and I finished the post in several sessions at the wonderful Apache Junction public library over the course of the day and on the following day as the rain came and went. (https://christineswalkabout.com/2023/03/22/arizona-road-trip-2023-sitting-out-the-rain-in-apache-junction-and-looking-back-to-the-start/)

By early afternoon on my second day, the rain and clouds began to clear so I took my chance to do one of the many hikes at Lost Dutchman. I decided on the Treasure Loop trail that led towards the base of the Superstition Mountains.

It was a fun trail! The climb was gradual but steady, with great views in all directions, and at a junction I opted to head left towards a small saddle and the “Needles”.

An unnamed trail from here continued past the rock pinnacles and around to cut across the the mountainside, with far-reaching views to the east.

I imagined that the Lost Dutchman himself, as well as many of the treasure hunters who have long searched for his hidden mine and reputed caches of gold, might have walked this exact trail, their pack mules laden with tools and boxes of supplies. Looking out at this view, I thought that perhaps they weren’t here just for the gold.

By the time that I turned and began my return journey on the trail, the sun was finally winning its two-day battle with the clouds, and the sky was happy to show its brightest blue colours. What a wonderful hike and a glorious place! I headed back to camp for dinner but my nearest neighbour was disturbing the peace (again!) by running his generator (they should be banned from all campsites in my opinion), so I drove to one of the park’s picnic areas and found myself a perfect little spot to cook, eat, rest, and continue to admire the stunning views of Lost Dutchman State Park.

Then next morning dawned clear and bright and I began my drive to the high country, heading northeast along the very scenic N. Bush Memorial Highway. I stopped at several of the recreation sites that are located beside the beautiful Salt River, hoping to catch a glimpse of one of the small herds of wild horses that are often seen here. I was not lucky with the horses, but I was thrilled with a later section of the highway, several miles long, that passed low hills completely covered with bright golden poppies.

I next took State Route 87 which headed due north and climbed steadily to the town of Payson, located at an elevation of 5,000 feet. Clouds had been gathering, and as I drove through town a mix of rain and snow began to fall. By the time I reached the access road to the Tonto Natural Bridge State Park, some fourteen miles later, the sky had cleared again to a mix of blue dotted with dramatic thunder clouds, tall and bright white with dark underbellies. I stopped for a moment before beginning to descend the steep and winding 18 percent grade road. Tucked into a deep V-shaped valley, the Tonto Natural Bridge is believed to be the largest natural travertine bridge in the world at 183 feet high, 150 feet wide, and with a tunnel that is over 400 feet long. The bottom left photo below shows the view from standing atop the natural bridge and looking down to Pine Creek that was raging with recent rains. Several of the creek-side trails that I had planned to hike were closed due to flooding, but luckily the Gowan Trail leading down to the metal bridge above the creek was still open for views into the tunnel.

I enjoyed my brief visit, with a chance to stretch my legs and breathe the fresh mountain air in this area of Ponderosa pines, and next I drove to the small town of Strawberry to view the oldest one-room schoolhouse in Arizona, built in 1885. It was very cold and windy when I stepped out to photograph the school and peek into its windows, and by the third click of my shutter light flakes of snow had begun to fall. I continued my trip northwards and encountered more snow as the road rose steadily to a pass at almost 6000 feet.

Thankfully the snow stopped soon after the pass as the road began its long descent to the Verde River Valley and the town of Camp Verde, located at an elevation of 3100 feet. The Verde River, normally a placid, clear ribbon of blue-green, was a wide and rushing tumult of red water, laden with silt and filled with broken branches and uprooted trees. The river had been on a a flood-watch warning for days and had flooded its banks the day before my arrival.

I had planned to camp for two nights at Clear Creek Campground, a first-come first-served forest service site just outside of town. But, like the Verde River, Clear Creek was rushing wide, high, fast, and not at all clear! The road in was thick with slippery red mud, there was only one trailer parked in the campground, and more rain was predicted for the night so it was an easy decision to not stay there. I stopped in to the Visitor Centre in Camp Verde and then the public library to explore other options and was able to book a site at Dead Horse Ranch State park for the following night but not this night so I decided to camp stealth in town in a hotel parking lot. I checked out the three possibilities, made my best choice, shopped for groceries and an easy dinner, and then drove back to the library and its adjacent riverside park where I ate my dinner sitting in the driver’s seat, out of the cold wind. Luckily the library was open until 7 so I charged up my electronics and reading lights, blogged, researched the days ahead, and browsed the Arizona natural history section of the library. When I exited at 7 p.m., the rain had started and was soon pelting down. I read for an hour in the car, and then headed to the hotel parking lot where I discreetly put up my interior window covers, closing myself into my hidden abode. I doubted that anyone would be out checking the parking lot on such a wet, windy and cold night, and I settled happily into my sleeping bag, thankful to be warm, safe and dry.

The next morning dawned wonderfully bright and clear. I rose early, drove to Camp Verde’s riverside park to walk and prepare my breakfast, and then headed to Montezuma Castle National Monument, a cliff-side dwelling built by the Southern Sinagua in the late 12th century and occupied until the mid 1400s. Descendants of the Hohokam who migrated here from southern and central Arizona between 700 and 900 CE, the Sinagua were hunters and farmers who grew corn, beans, squash and cotton using irrigation canals. Their first homes were one-room pit houses built on terraces above their fields, but by 1150 they had begun to build large stone pueblos on hilltops and in cliff alcoves like at Montezuma Castle and Tonto National Monument. The site was strikingly beautiful as were the tall white Arizona sycamores that lined the path below the cliff dwelling.

The riverside trail was closed due to flooding, but the Visitor Centre museum was excellent and I spent almost two hours here learning about the Sinagua culture. One particularly beautiful artefact was an etched shell. Artisans would cover a shell, obtained through trade networks, with lac, a resinous substance derived from insects. They would scratch away some of the lac to create a design, and then soak the shell in an acidic solution made of saguaro fruit juice. The solution would dissolve a layer of the exposed shell to create the etching, and then the rest of the lac would be removed. Ingenious!

From Montezuma Castle I drove about fifteen miles to arrive at the Montezuma Well, a geological wonder and a very sacred and beautiful place. I climbed the path up to a viewing platform and my first sight was of the remains of 12th century dwellings that were built into the cliffs, high above the well, by the Sinagua.

And then I saw the well itself. It is a limestone sink, formed long ago, that is fed by continuously flowing springs. Two vents at the bottom of the well release about 1.6 million gallons of water every day, even during times of drought, and there is an outflow through a tunnel that transports the water through the travertine hillside and down to Beaver Creek and also to an ancient canal that was built by the Sinagua farmers. About ten percent of the well’s water is replaced daily, and the well maintains a constant water level and temperature.

The water contains very high levels of dissolved carbon dioxide as well as some arsenic which makes life impossible for fish, amphibians, and most aquatic insects, but some species are able to survive the conditions including five specially adapted types of creatures that live here and nowhere else on earth – a shrimp-like amphipod, a tiny snail, a leech and water scorpion (the predators), and a type of diatom. A trail descended below the clifftop for closer views of the placid pool and its surrounding plant life,

and another trail led along the cliff top for more views below of the well and its outlet area. It was a very peaceful place and I loved my visit here.

From Montezuma Well, I drove to the Dead Horse Ranch State Park located beside the Verde River on the outskirts of Cottonwood. I was happy with my site which was fairly private and high up on a hill overlooking the valley. I ate a simple lunch and then decided to head into town for a swim at the local community centre indoor pool. It was quiet in the pool at 2 p.m., with the kids still in school, but there was one homeschooler, ten year old Jessie, who was determined to have me be his playmate. We had lots of fun going down the water slide multiple times and playing chase games in the lazy river until two other children arrived and I was free to say goodbye and adjourn to the lap pool to swim with the much-less rambunctious retirees. After my swim, I stopped in at the nearby library to research Sedona-area hikes and I marvelled at the excellent facilities available to residents in this not-very-big town. Here’s a photo of the wonderful library for my teacher- and book-loving friends. 🙂

Relaxed, happy, and hungry after my swim I drove to the historic main street of Cottonwood Old Town. Popular with tourists, this part of town features several small museums and many antique stores, gift shops, wine bars, craft breweries, and restaurants. I enjoyed a fun browse through the cleanest second-hand shop I have ever been in,

and then I decided to treat myself to a veggie burger and fries at Bing’s Burger Bar, a groovy 50’s style diner housed in an old gas station. It was a fun place and a tasty meal at a reasonable price,

and when I got back to camp I was so glad to not have to cook because it was very very c-c-c-cold and windy up on my hill. I took a quick walk around the campground, all bundled up, as the sun set over the snow-covered mountains to the west.

It had been a wonderful day in the high country and I was more than ready for a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow, after many years of wishing, I would finally travel to Sedona to hike its stunning red rock country. Good night sky, good night moon, good night Earth, and blessings upon all.

Arizona Road Trip, 2023 – A Trio of Historical Sites

Casa Grande Ruins National Monument, Globe Arizona, Besh Ba Gowah, Windy Hill Recreation Site, Tonto National Monument, Roosevelt Lake and Dam

March 20-23, 2023

From Tucson Mountain Park and Saguaro National Park West I headed northeast on quiet, secondary highways to arrive at Casa Grande Ruins National Monument located on the outskirts of Coolidge, Arizona. This magnificent four-story building, part of a larger village complex, was completed around 1350 by the Hohokam peoples who created similar Great Houses in the region, all sited alongside systems of irrigation canals.

Casa Grande, named by early Spanish explorers, is built along north/south and east/west lines and is thought by modern archaeologists to have had astronomical and ceremonial purposes as openings align with the sun and moon at specific times including the summer solstice. Protected from the elements by a large shelter, access inside the monument is not possible, but a series of interpretive panels, as well as a small museum in the Visitors Centre, gave context to this impressive site and the people who built it.

The Hohokam, descended from hunter-gatherers who lived in Arizona for thousands of years, began to build permanent settlements around the Salt and Gila Rivers around the year 300 CE. They also built vast canal systems, tapped groundwater, and diverted storm runoff to irrigate their fields of squash, beans, corn, cotton, and agave, and they participated in extensive trade networks that stretched to the Pacific shores of California, the Colorado Plateau, the Great Plains, and northern and central Mexico. As well as their cultivated foods, the Hohokam availed themselves of all that the surrounding desert had to offer. They hunted rabbits and other small mammals as well as mule deer, javelina, and big horn sheep from the nearby mountains. They snared or hooked fish, waterfowl and turtles from the rivers and gathered wood and basketry materials from riverside stands of reeds, cottonwood, and willow. They gathered mesquite pods that were eaten whole or pounded into meal and they also ate wild amaranth, saguaro, cholla, hedgehog and prickly pear cactus fruits. It was an impressive existence in a harsh land of extremes, and I also marvelled at the puzzle-solving abilities of archaeologists who try to piece together and understand the complex array of cultures that migrated, inter-mingled, lived, built on, and transformed this land over the centuries and millennia.

From Casa Grande, I made my way to the very scenic Highway 60 that heads east up to and through a pass between the Superstition and the Pinal Mountains. Unfortunately, the road was very busy and fast with lots of truck traffic and it was almost impossible to stop for photos of the dramatic rocky hillsides. I did manage to pull over a few times,

and I absolutely had to stop to photograph this astounding mountain of tailings from a large copper mine outside of Miami, Arizona (it went on for miles!). This region of Arizona that I was travelling through was explored and mined in the 1800s by hunters of silver and gold, and later copper, and its modern-day mines hold some of the largest copper reserves in the United States.

Soon I reached the town of Globe and proceeded directly to the Besh Ba Gowah museum which features a partially reconstructed pueblo, built between the years 1250 and 1450 by the Salado. Culturally related to the Hohokam, and named after the Salt river by archaeologists, the Salado were farmers, hunters, crafts people, and traders. Excavated in the 1930s, this large site delivered the most extensive collection of Salado artefacts ever recovered.

The complex featured two-story homes, a central plaza, a ceremonial building, and rooms dedicated to specialized crafts that included jewellery making, weaving, basketry and decorated pottery. Like Casa Grande, this pueblo was part of a vast trading network. Shells from the Baja Peninsula, the California coast, and the Gulf of Mexico were found here, as well as brightly-coloured Macaw feathers and copper bells from Mexico. Many examples of pottery, decorated in different styles and created in different regions of Arizona, Colorado, and New Mexico were also found here as well as a wide array of tools and household objects.

I spent a long time on the grounds and in the small but comprehensive museum here and continued to learn more about how the ancestral peoples of the area were able to use the resources of the desert to survive and flourish.

I then visited the town of Globe which first sprang up in the 1880s when silver and copper were found here. The main street features attractive Victorian-era brick buildings, many of which now house antique and second-hand shops, as well as cafes, bars, and western-themed saloons. The town is popular on weekends with visitors, tourists, and bargain-hunters arriving from Phoenix, Tucson, and elsewhere.

I was here on a weekday and most of the second-hand shops only have weekend hours, but luckily the Cobre Valley Center for the Arts, housed in the stately 1906 Gila County Courthouse, was open. Run by a member-supported non-profit, the centre sold a range of arts and crafts including paintings, pottery, jewellery, woodwork, metal work, photography, and some very beautiful quilts. There was even a rather fine collection of vintage clothing that was fun to browse through. I really enjoyed my time there, walking on old fir floors through tall-ceilinged rooms and admiring all of the creativity and artistry on display.

From Globe, I connected to Highway 188 for a beautiful drive north to the Windy Hill Recreation Site campground run by the Tonto National Forest Service. Sited above and beside the huge reservoir of Roosevelt Lake, the campground had many loops and hundreds of sites but it was not busy at all and I was able to choose a wonderful spot, well away from others and close to the lake. It was beginning to rain, and there was a cold wind blowing so I bundled up, quickly prepared a hot and spicy soup, and enjoyed my meal under the protective cover of my ramada, my eyes on the lake and the fast-moving clouds and my ears happy with the sound of heavy rain drops on the metal roof of my shelter. I was warm and dry, grateful for my meal, my day, and this beautiful place and I allowed myself to do nothing except sit quietly for good long a while. The rain eased off before night fell and I enjoyed a walk around the campsite and along the lake with so much bird life on display. There were ducks and other waterfowl on the lake, including a beautiful Clark’s grebe, and I startled several groups of quail from the bushes as I walked. Small birds flitted between the shrubs and trees, a roadrunner hunted on the grassy edge of the road, and I saw an osprey fly overhead with a good-sized fish clutched in its talons!

I slept well and rose early to another windy and overcast day that threatened rain. I took my time over breakfast and coffee, and then took a short walk around the campground. I was reluctant to leave this peaceful place, but I was also very excited to visit the nearby cliff dwellings of Tonto National Monument so off I went to arrive there just as it opened at 8. There are two ruins here, the Lower Ruin and the 40-room Upper Ruin which is only accessible on a 3-4 hour ranger-guided hike that must be booked long in advance. The Lower Ruin is accessible by way of a steep paved path that switchbacks up the side of a mountain, gaining 350 feet in a half mile. Below in the distance is Roosevelt Lake that was created by the damming of the Salt River in1911.

The hillside was thickly vegetated and there were interpretive panels all along the route that identified some of the plants and provided information about their characteristics and their medical, culinary, or functional uses by the Salado people. For example, the Banana yucca had multiple uses: the buds, flowers and fruits are edible, the sharp-tipped leaves were used as awls, and leaf fibres were woven into mats, sandals, string, ropes, nets and snares while the roots were used to make “an excellent soap and shampoo.” The panels provided a good excuse to stop and catch my breath, and I also stopped often to photograph some of the wildflowers growing on the hillside, including two very distinct types of lupin and some owl clover.

Soon I reached this view of the Upper Ruin which was built around 1300 and occupied until around 1450 CE. Constructed of rock and adobe mud, and making use of a natural cave at the top of a bluff, the rooms of the original dwelling housed about 30 people and their tools, possessions, and stores of food. Water was accessed from a spring far below, but there was also a 100 gallon cistern built on site.

I was the only visitor up there and I spent a good half hour or more with the volunteer guide learning about the people that had lived here. It is thought that the families here were primarily hunters who traded with the farming families that lived along the Salt River in the valley below. Archaeological evidence shows that they were also weavers and basket makers, and that they were part of the same vast trading network that included the people of Casa Grande and Besh Ba Gowah.

Visitors are allowed to walk among the ruins and into several of the small rooms. The wooden posts and roof structures on view are all original. Beams of Arizona walnut were crossed with saguaro cactus strips and then covered by a layer of clay and mud, and 700 year old handprints in the adobe can still be seen on some parts of the floors and walls.

The ruin faces east, with far-reading views over the mountains and Salt River valley, and the volunteer told me that she often sees mule deer and sometimes javelina in the gully below and that a canyon wren visits her daily. The view was indeed beautiful, even verdant, but the desert is still so full of dangers and the punishing extremes of heat and cold, floods and drought. To make a life here certainly required endless hard work, resilience, know-how, and strength. All three of the monuments that I visited in these two days, as well as many other large communal dwellings throughout central and northern Arizona were abandoned around the year 1450 and archaeologists continue to search for clues as to why. The principal conjecture is that many years of severe drought lead to crop failures and a paucity of resources from the desert which then caused competition and warfare among groups as well as migration out of the region. Thankfully, all three of these monuments are protected and continue to be studied so that further knowledge can be acquired to help preserve the past, enrich the present, and guide the future.

From the Tonto National Monument I drove the short distance to see the Roosevelt Lake Bridge that carries traffic on Highway 188,

and then the Roosevelt Dam which was built at the confluence of the Salt River and Tonto Creek in 1911 to help with flood control and water management downstream. I couldn’t help but think about how much archaeological evidence of human occupation along the upper Salt River must have been lost when the valley behind this dam was flooded.

My next destination was Lost Dutchman State Park for two nights of camping. I had originally intended to travel there via State Route 88 which is a narrow and winding gravel road through the Superstition Mountains. Signs warned me though that a section of the road ahead was impassable due to a landslide so I reversed direction, travelled back on 188 towards Globe and then west on Highway 60 which was thankfully less busy than when I first drove it so I was able to travel a bit slower to appreciate the dramatic mountain scenery. Hopefully, I can travel State Route 88 on my next visit to Arizona when I will definitely camp again at Windy Hill and return to the Tonto National Monument to participate in the guided hike to the Upper Ruin. There is still so much to see and learn!

Thank you for joining me on this journey! 🙂