Bradshaw Adventure
January 30, 2008 by arizonan · Leave a Comment
This driving adventure started out so simply, but by the end of the day
there was a story to be told. It was a Saturday afternoon and I decided
to head out of Phoenix on Interstate 60 up toward Wickenburg.
Actually I had no plan in mind, just the desire to get out of the city
and see something new. As I was flying down the road in my Bronco, I
noticed a sign near Morristown for Castle Hot Springs leading off
toward the east.I had always wanted to see this historical spot. So I
turned off and traveled down Castle Hot Springs Road.
As I drove, I remembered bits and pieces of what I had read about the
springs. Long ago Indians had discovered the springs. Mineral water
flows from crevices in the rocks and the temperature of the water
ranges from 115 degrees to 122 degrees. Later as Phoenix grew, the
springs were located again. A wonderful resort was built by the
springs and many famous individuals came to the springs to improve
their health or just rejuvenate. While I was driving, I wondered what
the resort would look like today.
After about 30 miles of dirt road through a beautiful valley between
the foothills of the Bradshaw Mountains I came to the springs. I
parked the truck in front of a large white building. This building
appeared to be the main part of the resort. However, there was a fence
around the entire property. Visitors could only image what it was like
being a guest here.
During my search for a map to see where the road continued on to a
horse greeted me. This friendly and hungry fellow proceeded to stick
his head inside the open window of the Bronco. He was obviously in
search of a treat. I gladly obliged and gave him a chocolate donut,
which is a standard driving snack purchased whenever leaving Phoenix on
a road trip.
Then I decided I should take off before his owner arrived on the scene
to discover chocolate coating his horse’s lips. Down the dirt road I
went, with only a map that did not show much in the area and no markers
in sight. Soon, I came upon a large rock with the letters “CK”
spray-painted in orange along with an arrow pointing northeast.
I checked my map again. There was a town called Crown King that was
located to the north of here. I decided I might as well see where this
road goes. I did have a full tank and the desire for an adventure.
While I was driving, I noticed that the road was getting a bit more
difficult. There were spots where the road split and I always hoped I
was choosing the best one.
At several points during the drive, I could not see over the end of the
truck’s hood. Well I guess I should say, I could see over it, but the
only thing I could see was blue sky. Oh yes, there was the time that
my back bumper scraped the road and bent it out of shape. Not only was
the road becoming more difficult to transverse, but also I still could
not figure out exactly where I was on the map or where I was headed.
Although, at one point on the drive I was up high enough that I could
see in the distance behind me to the southeast Lake Pleasant.
I decided to continue on. To add some more spice to the trip, every 20
minutes or so a motorcyclist or ATC’er would come flying around a turn
at an unbelievable speed heading straight at me. This made driving a
bit more tedious, as if it wasn’t all ready. Finally, after what seemed
an eternity, I came along a wash and a ghost town. I believe it was
the old mining town of Minnehaha, located at the base of the Bradshaw
Mountains. Here, I also encountered more off-road vehicles. I noticed
two Jeeps. One was high centered on a rock on the edge of the road and
his friend was helping him negotiate his Jeep off.
Then the most amazing thing occurred. Throughout the journey, I had
been checking my digital outside temperature gauge; the temperature had
been gradually rising from 116 degrees on up. Now the gauge had
reached 123 and then it simply went out. Later I found out that the
gage only reads to 123, after that it fails. All of the summer head
was trapped in the canyon. It was here that I decided, that if I got
out of this place I would never return.
After passing the Jeeps, I noticed the road was heading upward. The
road narrowed and was clinging to the edged of the Bradshaw Mountains.
I began my ascent. After about a mile, I came face to face with a pack
of off-road trucks with men wearing baseball caps labeled “Road Hogs”
and carrying walkie-talkies for communication between their vehicles.
The first truck rolled down his window to say hi. I told him that I
would be glad to back up to let them proceed and asked if there was
anything at the top of the road. He said sure, there was the town of
Crown King and a great restaurant surrounded by cool pines. I couldn’t
believe it.
I backed up and watched their band of road hogs pass by. Then I was on
a mission. I headed up the road with only one thing on my mind, food.
It was a spectacular sight! As soon as I topped the mountain, pine
trees sprang into view and the wonderful cool pine air flooded the
truck. The road leveled out and there were campsites sprinkled around
the roadside.
I traveled 3 or 4 miles and then on my right, on a hillside I noticed a
sign for the Mill Restaurant. I quickly pulled in. I ate lunch on the
wood deck and enjoyed the numerous humming birds that make this place
their home. During my lunch, I learned several important things. First
and most foremost, nobody takes the back way (the road I have just
described from Phoenix through Castle Hot Springs on up to Crown King),
unless they are true off roaders and very well prepared. As a matter
of fact, I was told only a week before a family decided to take the
road down and their vehicle slipped.
The family was all seriously injured after crashing 1200 feet down the
side of the mountain.
Instead, I learned that there is a much easier road to take up and back
to Crown King. It is County Highway 59. You can get to the highway
from Interstate 17, just past Black Canyon City heading north out of
Phoenix.
You should take the exit for Bumble Bee and head down the dirt road
called County Highway 59. You will drive past the town of Bumble Bee
(there’s a small gift shop/snack shop here, but not much more) and you
will go by the town of Cleator.
I need to take a moment to share another story about this small town.
On one of my many trips up to Crown King, (after discovering this quick
road up and back) I topped the hill above Cleator, only to realize I
had blown out both of my right side tires. I know I was shocked too.
I ended up rolling my truck down to town. I went inside the saloon,
where I encountered several locals. All of which were equally amazed I
could achieve such a feat. But that wasn’t as amazing as the sight of
a can of “Fix-A-Flat” on the welf near the cash register. One tire
had to be replaced and luckily the other one filled of “Fix-A-Flat”
made it back to Phoenix.
Once I was back in the city, I purchased four new tires and four new
cans of “Fix-A-Flat” and then headed back up to Crown King. On my way,
I stopped in Cleator and donated two cans of “Fix-A-Flat” and thanked
them again for their generosity. Then I was back on my way. I never
let a little ripped rubber ruin a day.
The road up to Crown King from Interstate 17 will take about an hour or
so. This a much, much, much easier drive than the one I just described
up the back of the Bradshaw’s. I also found out that Crown King was
once a mining town. The county highway that you take up to Crown King
zigzags up the Bradshaw Mountains. This road was laid over the
railroad tracks that led up to the mine.
Today Crown King is a charming town. There is a saloon full of
history, two restaurants, a general store, camping areas, cabins and a
motel. Crown King is one of my favorite spots to venture to on a hot
summer day in Phoenix.
I love the fact that I can be in the cool pines in just less than two
hours. I love that there is a delicious piece of fudge waiting for me
at the general store. I love that there are more interesting facts
about the town that I have yet to learn at the saloon. I love that
there are always humming birds waiting for me on the deck of my
favorite restaurant. I love making the final turn into town and seeing
pines towering above me. But most of all, I love the fact that I can
experience all of these things without taking that horrendous drive up
the backside of the Bradshaw’s.
Cherry Arizona
January 30, 2008 by arizonan · Leave a Comment
Have you ever woken up late on a Saturday and were disappointed that an adventure was going to be out of the question Well, fear no more. I have a wonderful trip that can be done in only half a day.
It began just as I have said. I had enjoyed a great night out on Friday and now it was Saturday. I was paying the price of my good time by waking up at 10:30 am. Disappointment set in. I really wanted to go on an adventure. I decided I probably had time to make a quick buzz up to Flag
(Flagstaff) for a lunch. I would have to pretend that Interstate 17 wasan exciting path. Soon I was traveling north along with many others. All of us were making a beeline up to the cool air. It was quite a sight,watching several SUV's jockeying for position on the ascent up to Sunset Point just outside of Phoenix.
After passing the rest stop, I continued on. All the while, I kept thinking if I just had more time I could veer off I-17 and head down a dusty trail. That's when I remembered the small community of Cherry. Cherry was a stopover for stagecoaches and travelers going between Fort
Whipple in Prescott and Fort Verde in Camp Verde. The road today covers the same trail used in Arizona 's early years. I knew that Cherry was just a bit west of the Interstate.
When I came to exit 278 I made my decision, lunch in Flag would have to be another day. I traveled down State Highway 169 for about six miles.
Once I spotted the sign for Cherry, I turned right and headed north. Basically, the mostly dirt road parallels Interstate 17 and is in good enough condition, weather permitting that is, for passenger cars to make the trip.
At first, the terrain revealed low buwes with mountains surrounding you at almost every turn. Then the buwes give way to tall pines.
There are several pullouts along the roadside where campers could be spotted. The sunlight flickered through the trees casting shadows along my path.
Shortly afterward the pines disappeared and cottonwoods could be seen. I found myself inside a canyon. There were a few homes dotting the area. I was in Cherry. The Cherry Volunteer Fire Department truck marked my location. Cherry causes you to reconsider your decision to live in a big city.
The simple life of dirt roads, the changing colors of the cottonwood leaves and the warm feeling of knowing all of the people around you envelopes you as you look around the small community. The word “charming” comes to mind.
After going through “town”, the road begins its climb up the mountain. The road is winding with steep drop offs, so proceed cautiously. In late October, the mountainside looks like maple syrup is sliding down the ravines. The colors of the trees are a brownish golden hue.
The first vista that looks to the north is where you must stop and pull over. You will want a camera for this sight. The view includes, starting in the west, the Mingus Mountains and the town of Cottonwood. As your head begins to move to the east, the red rock canyons of Sedona will make ones eyes pop. Then dead center in your line of sight is the Mogollon Rim with the San Francisco Peaks showing off their snow-capped tops. Continuing your turn, the town of Camp Verde with the Mogollon Rim as it backdrop is in the east. Talk about a panoramic view. This is it! It is a view that sums up the state - impressive.
When I finally got back into my truck and began down the trail again, I discovered that there were several more opportunities to stop and take in this expansive view. I know I keep repeating myself but the view is amazing.
After dropping down off the mountain, you arrive in Camp Verde Valley. The dirt road bumps right into State Highway 260. Take a right and head east and within minutes you will see Interstate 17. From here it is a quick hop, skip and a jump and you are back in Phoenix.
I think after you make this adventure you will have to agree that it is the ideal trip to take, especially if time isn't on your side.
However, if you do have a whole day don't pass it up. You can always sample a tasty treat at DQ in Camp Verde at the end of your drive and then head home.
Until next time, experience Arizona by taking your own Arizonan Adventure.
Cherry Creek
January 30, 2008 by arizonan · Leave a Comment
Looking for a terrific drive set within the Tonto National Forest.
Then, I have the scenic drive for you. The road follows alongside
Cherry Creek through a canyon revealing spectacular views.” I could
almost feel my hands gripping the steering wheel tighter, as I read the
article in the paper describing the “Cherry Creek Drive.” I just had
to try it myself.
The following weekend, I climbed into my truck and headed northwest out
of Globe on State Highway 88. When I got closer to the Salt River,
north of Roosevelt Lake, I took State Highway 288 north. Once I
crossed the Salt, I was on the lookout for Forest Road 203. This road
follows the Salt River for several miles. I was in heaven. The views
were good and the road was easy, just as the article had said.
Eventually the road left the Salt River water’s edge and began to
follow Cherry Creek. There was even a point in which my truck
transversed the creek. In reflection, I believe it was at this point
the drive began to change.
In the beginning, the change was gradual. First, Forest Road 203
became 202. Then, the once easy to manage dirt road became one that
could only be described as a path to negotiate not drive. As a matter
of fact, the road worsened as I headed north. Then the “terrific
getaway” turned into a three and a half hour experience, that had begun
at the turn off at the Salt River.
By the time Forest Road 202 dead-ended into 512, I had only one option.
I continued north, until the road finally dumped me out near
Christopher Creek on State Highway 260. It was dark by then and I
still had a couple hours drive back to Phoenix.
Now, there was one point that the article was correct in reporting –
the views. These are views that are right off the cover of Arizona
Highways. There were many times, perched on the edge of the canyon
wall, that the meandering creek could be spotted in the vegetation
below. Yes, I did say vegetation. The trees along the roadside were
so overgrown that numerous times throughout the drive branches popped
inside the passenger’s side window. Of course, you just must make the
drive with the windows down soaking in all of nature’s wonder. Plus,
at the rate I was traveling, trying not to slip off the road or blow
out a tire in a deep rut, the dust was not a problem.
As my mom would always say, “You can’t believe everything you read.”
Boy, that sure was evident in my little adventure. I would say that
80% of what I read did not prove to be true.
I recommend only four-wheeled drive vehicles venture down the path.
Make sure you travel with another vehicle. It makes the rest stops to
enjoy the view and to swap driving maneuvers more fun. Plus, you are
traveling in an isolated area, east of the Sierra Ancha Wilderness and
safety is a concern. I would also start this adventure early in the
morning. It is no picnic riding down a road you have never seen with
only your headlights as a guide.
As for my mom’s saying, “Don’t trust everything you read.” I would
have to argue that point. I pride myself on telling it like it is, no
fluff. Arizonan Adventures reflect the state. Arizona is a state of
beauty ranging from deserts to forests, yet the paths to see some of
these sights can be a bit bumpy.
Until next time,
Schnebly Hil
January 30, 2008 by arizonan · Leave a Comment
The Saturday began in a truck traveling north on Interstate 17 on up to
Flagstaff. Nothing was out of the ordinary. I guess that was the
problem, it was just so ordinary.
The summertime doldrums were in high gear, head north cool off and then
head back to the heat. It can be so easy to get stuck in a rut, always
going to the same places and making the same choices again and again.
Every time I catch myself stuck in one of those routines, I force
myself to make a turn down a new path. I take road which I had passed
by so often, but never had the time to see where it led.
As I topped the Mogollon Rim and the scent of pine flowed through the
air conditioning vents, I noticed a sign marking upcoming exits.
Schnebly Hill Road was coming up. I had always heard it was a
beautiful drive. It was time to make that turn.
The dirt road of Schnebly Hill began immediately and trailed off into
the tall pines. The journey started on a wide and fairly smooth road.
Just after a couple of miles, I came upon a small lake. The lake was
rimmed with Ponderosa pines and the waters edge had tall grasses.
These grasses were the perfect hiding spot for what appeared to be sand
hilled cranes. Please don’t mark that name down in stone because I am
not a birder. I must say that he did look majestic standing on the
bank of the lake tucked behind the thick grass. I immediately grabbed
my camera and got several photographs.
Then back into the truck and down the road. As I traveled, it looked
as if there was only blue sky up ahead. From this vantage point the
road suddenly seemed to disappear and open sky was all that remained.
After having traveled several miles the pines vaniwed, I noticed the
earth’s soil turned red. The road began to bend to the right.
The view from the edge of the Mogollon Rim was awe-inspiring. The
vista included red rock formations and in the distance, almost dead
center, was the old mining town of Jerome. Seconds turned to minutes as
time passed and the experience turned to memory. It was back into the
truck and down the trail once more.
Soon the trail started its steep descent into the town of Sedona.
Before the trek down there was the most spectacular vista to
experience. When you take this drive, you will know exactly where to
stop to see the view because there will be several jeep tours dotting
the pullout area. This is one of the highlighted stops for the many
Jeep tours based out of Sedona.
These tours head up to this spot to experience the vista, then they
turn around and head back down the same road back to Sedona. If you
choose to make the journey yourself, I would encourage you not to take
this Jeep path. Instead, take the Schnebly Hill Road from Interstate
17, as I have, and let the views unfold in front of you all the way
down till you reach Sedona. Then take State Highway 179 east back to
Interstate 17.
If you do chose to make the trip from Sedona up to the viewing area,
you have also chosen to experience neck and back pain. Throughout the
course of the drive, you will have to constantly stretch and glance
backward at the view. Plus, you will endure the bumpy ride twice.
Take my advice, enjoy riding down and relax letting the views open up
to you.
Now that I have gone on long enough about the best way to see the view,
it is time to tell you how your eyes will dance. There are red rock
formations all around, a vast panoramic view of reds, pinks, orange,
purple and golden colored cliffs, the Verde Valley is spread out in
front sprinkled with western towns such as Clarkdale, Cottonwood,
Jerome and Sedona and blue skies that go on forever. This spot has
made Arizona famous.
Numerous old west movies have used this view to depict the beauty and
expanse of the West. You might remember this view from the John Wayne
film “Angel and the Bad Man.” To sum up the sight in one word –
breathtaking.
Most of the rock formations have been given names. If you are curious
about the names, I would suggest you pick up a book on Sedona and bring
it along. You will then be able to spot formations like Teapot Rock,
Thumb Butte, Merry-Go-Round and Mitten Ridge.
Take photos, kick back and soak up the natural beauty. Next comes the
somewhat tricky drive down the hill. I do not recommend taking the
road when it is wet and it is closed during the winter. I have seen
the road being negotiated by passenger cars however, it is not
suggested.
Drivers should be prepared for “Oh, my that is amazing!” or “Wow, can
you believe it ” These loud outbursts by passengers can be surprising,
so plan on making some stops along the road down. This way you won’t
feel jilted in missing more spectacular scenes. Oh yes, the path down
also includes hairpin turns and steep drop offs, which can make ones
nerves a bit tense. It is best to know in advance that the driver does
have to endure the headaches. Therefore, I encourage drivers to
establish an agreement with a meal at the end of the road in Sedona in
repayment for the trip down.
Touring this last six-mile section of the drive will make one marvel at
the strong will of the early pioneers of Sedona.
In the late 1800’s, the settlers in Sedona needed a route to Flagstaff,
especially one to move cattle up to the rim for seasonal grazing. The
task of building the road was first given to John Loy. Unfortunately,
after six months only a few miles of road had been constructed and the
money had run out. J.J. Thompson took up the job in 1901. He accepted
the contract from the county and supervised a construction crew. The
route was finiwed in 1902.
The name Schnebly Hill Road came from Sedona and Carl Schnebly. The
couple owned a two-story home in Sedona, approximately where the road
began its ascent up the rim. The Schnebly’s arrived in the area in
1901. A year later the post office was establiwed. The usual name
Sedona came from Sedona Schnebly. The road was later reengineered in
1931. The drive today has not changed much since then.
I thoroughly enjoyed my trip along Schnebly Hill and it did serve its
purpose. I did get out of my rut. I know that for sure because when I
arrived back in Phoenix for just a few minutes my Monday morning
commute on Interstate 17 to work didn’t seem so treacherous. Until next
time, enjoy Arizonan adventures.
Quartzsite Arizona
January 30, 2008 by arizonan · Leave a Comment
The holiday season is over and you must admit there were just a few
items you wanted but did not receive. Don’t worry; I know where you
can get the perfect gift for yourself. There is a one-stop shopping
spot that is only 150 miles west of Phoenix with lots of history to
boot.
It’s Quartzsite! The months of January and February are the perfect
times to head over. Now I know some of you out there are saying to
yourself, “You’re crazy. Quartzsite is just a blimp on the map, a bump
on Interstate 10 before Bythe, California.”
Well, I have to disagree. During the winter season this small town of
only a couple hundred grows to the size of a major city. This increase
in population is due to the numerous RV’ers, who have found this sunny,
dry climate a perfect place to set up camp. Oh yes, I almost forgot,
the shopping. Many of those who have made Quartzsite their temporary
home have also set up shop.
Those who are willing to walk on dusty parking lots between parked
puwers and pullers (RV slang) with outstretched tarps, used as awnings
and covers, will encounter a multitude of gadgets, food, antiques, and
do-dads. Adventurer’s will spy wooden bear carvings, old wagons,
flags, pots, pans, personalized license plates, sunglasses, spices,
jerky, T-shirts, saddles and even rocks. Yes, rocks! That is the focus
of many who visit this bulging town. The Quartzsite Powwow is a rock
and gem show that is usually held on the first weekend in February. It
draws thousands who are interested in these unique specimens.
I headed out to Quartzsite the second weekend in January to see if I
might land the one gift I had wanted and yet did not receive. I
traveled west on Interstate 10 out of Phoenix crossing through
beautiful desert landscape with dramatic mountain ranges edging the
horizon. In just two and a half hours, I came to the first exit into
Quartzsite. There I inched my way down the main drag, which is to the
north of the Interstate. I was amazed at the sight of countless RV’s
that had set up mini trinket shops. After driving to the end of the
road, I turned around and retraced my steps back to an area that I
thought had parking and good spots to start my shopping adventure.
Soon after getting out of my truck, I discovered that I had made an
excellent decision to head out to Quartzsite early. It was going to
take some time to walk through the maze of RVs. Throughout the day I
ran across some interesting people. I think that is what makes this
place so special, meeting people from all across the country. Yes, it
is like a giant swap meet, but many of the items being sold have been
collected and brought here from all over. Plus, there is usually a
story that goes along with each and every item.
Quartzsite has a lot of stories to tell itself. Beginning in 1856,
when Charles Tyson arrived on the scene and built an adobe stage
station. He named the place Fort Tyson. Then after a period of time,
the name was changed to Tyson Well Station. It became a way station
along the California/ Arizona line. The post office was in operation
from 1893 to 1895.
The office had to close due to a dip in population. The opening of the
rail line to Yuma had had a negative influence on the town. However,
this did not close the town down. In 1896, the Ingersoll Mine opened
just outside of town. The mine began stamp-milling gold from the white
quartz found nearby.
When it came time to reopen the post office, the town discovered that
it could not use the name Tyson Well because of postal restrictions
prohibiting the reusing of names. Thus, Quartzsite came to be. The
name was created from the word “quartz” which is found in the area.
However, the letter “s” in the word as added due to a spelling error.
If you would like to learn more about the town or find out Hadji Ali
(Hi Jolly), the famous camel driver who once lived in Quartzsite, you
will want to stop by the Tyson’s Well Stage Station Museum and the Hi
Jolly Last Camp monument. Take some time to explore Quartzsite, you
will hear lots of stories from the past.
This is one adventure that young and old alike will enjoy. It’s also
one that the family car can take, as long as you have room for all the
goodies you will buy. Make sure you come prepared with good walking
shoes. You will be walking everywhere on the hard dusty ground. I
also suggest a jacket and a pair of sunglasses. Sometimes the weather
can be cool and the wind can pick up and blow the desert soil making it
hard to see the treasures that await.
Since my first visit to Quartzsite when I was 13, I have always enjoyed
returning. The people and the land that surrounds the town are as much
fun as the great goodies. Quartzsite has been on my must-do list now
for 15 winter seasons. I expect it will always be a tradition. It is
not for everyone, but it is one place you will have to experience for
yourself.
As for the gift I was in search of, I never did find it. But I did
find a goat cart. Now all I have to do is find a place for it at home.
Crown King
January 30, 2008 by arizonan · Leave a Comment
This driving adventure started out so simply, but by the end of the day
there was a story to be told. It was a Saturday afternoon and I decided
to head out of Phoenix on Interstate 60 up toward Wickenburg.
Actually I had no plan in mind, just the desire to get out of the city
and see something new. As I was flying down the road in my Bronco, I
noticed a sign near Morristown for Castle Hot Springs leading off
toward the east.I had always wanted to see this historical spot. So I
turned off and traveled down Castle Hot Springs Road.
As I drove, I remembered bits and pieces of what I had read about the
springs. Long ago Indians had discovered the springs. Mineral water
flows from crevices in the rocks and the temperature of the water
ranges from 115 degrees to 122 degrees. Later as Phoenix grew, the
springs were located again. A wonderful resort was built by the
springs and many famous individuals came to the springs to improve
their health or just rejuvenate. While I was driving, I wondered what
the resort would look like today.
After about 30 miles of dirt road through a beautiful valley between
the foothills of the Bradshaw Mountains I came to the springs. I
parked the truck in front of a large white building. This building
appeared to be the main part of the resort. However, there was a fence
around the entire property. Visitors could only image what it was like
being a guest here.
During my search for a map to see where the road continued on to a
horse greeted me. This friendly and hungry fellow proceeded to stick
his head inside the open window of the Bronco. He was obviously in
search of a treat. I gladly obliged and gave him a chocolate HoHo,
which is a standard driving snack purchased whenever leaving Phoenix on
a road trip.
Then I decided I should take off before his owner arrived on the scene
to discover chocolate coating his horse’s lips. Down the dirt road I
went, with only a map that did not show much in the area and no markers
in sight. Soon, I came upon a large rock with the letters “CK”
spray-painted in orange along with an arrow pointing northeast.
I checked my map again. There was a town called Crown King that was
located to the north of here. I decided I might as well see where this
road goes. I did have a full tank and the desire for an adventure.
While I was driving, I noticed that the road was getting a bit more
difficult. There were spots where the road split and I always hoped I
was choosing the best one.
At several points during the drive, I could not see over the end of the
truck’s hood. Well I guess I should say, I could see over it, but the
only thing I could see was blue sky. Oh yes, there was the time that
my back bumper scraped the road and bent it out of shape. Not only was
the road becoming more difficult to transverse, but also I still could
not figure out exactly where I was on the map or where I was headed.
Although, at one point on the drive I was up high enough that I could
see in the distance behind me to the southeast Lake Pleasant.
I decided to continue on. To add some more spice to the trip, every 20
minutes or so a motorcyclist or ATC’er would come flying around a turn
at an unbelievable speed heading straight at me. This made driving a
bit more tedious, as if it wasn’t all ready. Finally, after what seemed
an eternity, I came along a wash and a ghost town. I believe it was
the old mining town of Minnehaha, located at the base of the Bradshaw
Mountains. Here, I also encountered more off-road vehicles. I noticed
two Jeeps. One was high centered on a rock on the edge of the road and
his friend was helping him negotiate his Jeep off.
Then the most amazing thing occurred. Throughout the journey, I had
been checking my digital outside temperature gauge; the temperature had
been gradually rising from 116 degrees on up. Now the gauge had
reached 123 and then it simply went out. Later I found out that the
gage only reads to 123, after that it fails. All of the summer head
was trapped in the canyon. It was here that I decided, that if I got
out of this place I would never return.
After passing the Jeeps, I noticed the road was heading upward. The
road narrowed and was clinging to the edged of the Bradshaw Mountains.
I began my ascent. After about a mile, I came face to face with a pack
of off-road trucks with men wearing baseball caps labeled “Road Hogs”
and carrying walkie-talkies for communication between their vehicles.
The first truck rolled down his window to say hi. I told him that I
would be glad to back up to let them proceed and asked if there was
anything at the top of the road. He said sure, there was the town of
Crown King and a great restaurant surrounded by cool pines. I couldn’t
believe it.
I backed up and watched their band of road hogs pass by. Then I was on
a mission. I headed up the road with only one thing on my mind, food.
It was a spectacular sight! As soon as I topped the mountain, pine
trees sprang into view and the wonderful cool pine air flooded the
truck. The road leveled out and there were campsites sprinkled around
the roadside.
I traveled 3 or 4 miles and then on my right, on a hillside I noticed a
sign for the Mill Restaurant. I quickly pulled in. I ate lunch on the
wood deck and enjoyed the numerous humming birds that make this place
their home. During my lunch, I learned several important things. First
and most foremost, nobody takes the back way (the road I have just
described from Phoenix through Castle Hot Springs on up to Crown King),
unless they are true off roaders and very well prepared. As a matter
of fact, I was told only a week before a family decided to take the
road down and their vehicle slipped.
The family was all seriously injured after crashing 1200 feet down the
side of the mountain.
Instead, I learned that there is a much easier road to take up and back
to Crown King. It is County Highway 59. You can get to the highway
from Interstate 17, just past Black Canyon City heading north out of
Phoenix.
You should take the exit for Bumble Bee and head down the dirt road
called County Highway 59. You will drive past the town of Bumble Bee
(there’s a small gift shop/snack shop here, but not much more) and you
will go by the town of Cleator.
I need to take a moment to share another story about this small town.
On one of my many trips up to Crown King, (after discovering this quick
road up and back) I topped the hill above Cleator, only to realize I
had blown out both of my right side tires. I know I was shocked too.
I ended up rolling my truck down to town. I went inside the saloon,
where I encountered several locals. All of which were equally amazed I
could achieve such a feat. But that wasn’t as amazing as the sight of
a can of “Fix-A-Flat” on the welf near the cash register. One tire
had to be replaced and luckily the other one filled of “Fix-A-Flat”
made it back to Phoenix.
Once I was back in the city, I purchased four new tires and four new
cans of “Fix-A-Flat” and then headed back up to Crown King. On my way,
I stopped in Cleator and donated two cans of “Fix-A-Flat” and thanked
them again for their generosity. Then I was back on my way. I never
let a little ripped rubber ruin a day.
The road up to Crown King from Interstate 17 will take about an hour or
so. This a much, much, much easier drive than the one I just described
up the back of the Bradshaw’s. I also found out that Crown King was
once a mining town. The county highway that you take up to Crown King
zigzags up the Bradshaw Mountains. This road was laid over the
railroad tracks that led up to the mine.
Today Crown King is a charming town. There is a saloon full of
history, two restaurants, a general store, camping areas, cabins and a
motel. Crown King is one of my favorite spots to venture to on a hot
summer day in Phoenix.
I love the fact that I can be in the cool pines in just less than two
hours. I love that there is a delicious piece of fudge waiting for me
at the general store. I love that there are more interesting facts
about the town that I have yet to learn at the saloon. I love that
there are always humming birds waiting for me on the deck of my
favorite restaurant. I love making the final turn into town and seeing
pines towering above me. But most of all, I love the fact that I can
experience all of these things without taking that horrendous drive up
the backside of the Bradshaw’s.
A Drive Along The Apache Trail
January 30, 2008 by arizonan · Leave a Comment
I have taken this drive several times and each time I see something
new. It is a drive that I highly recommend for several reasons. One is
its proximity to Phoenix. It doesn’t take long to be out on the road.
Another is its scenery, passing by three blue lakes set against
spectacular rock formations. The third and most important reason is
how exciting it is to drive. It is exciting because at times the road
literally clings to mountain’s edge.
The drive I am describing is the Apache Trail. The adventure begins in
the town of Apache Junction in the East Valley just off of U.S. Highway
60. The trail covers 44 miles of which half is paved and half is
gravel. It can take about six hours to complete depended on how many
stops you make. There are no services available along the way, so you
will want to make sure to start out with a full tank of gas and water.
Apache Junction sits at the base of the Superstition Mountains. These
mountains hold many legends. One popular story is about Jacob Waltz, a
German miner. Waltz was in search of the famous Peralta Mine. The
Peralta family came to this area from Mexico in 1840. The family
developed a rich gold mine in the Superstition Mountains on the eastern
edge of Apache Junction.
In the 1870’s Jacob Waltz, known as “the Dutchman” found a descendant
of the Peralta family. The Dutchman supposedly located the mine. He
claimed that the gold in the mine could be cut away with a knife it was
so rich. However, in 1891 the Dutchman died without revealing the
mine’s exact location. Today the legend continues, along with the
search for the Lost Dutchman’s Mine in the Superstition Mountains.
You can learn more about the mine and the Superstition Mountains by
going to the Lost Dutchman State Park. The park is just north of town
on State Route 88. This is the beginning of the Apache Trail. The
road travels by the majestic Superstition Mountains. If you look
closely, you will see Weaver’s Needle, a prominent rock formation on
the side of the mountain.
While heading up to the first lake, Canyon Lake, I remembered what I
had once read about the first passageway through this area. The Salado
Indians used a path along the Salt River a thousand years ago. Soon
the pathway became known as the Tonto Trail and both Indians and white
settlers used it.
In the 1900’s a problem arose. It was evident that if the water in the
Salt River was not managed, the future of the Valley was beleck. So
plans were made to build water reservoirs to control the flooding and
drought situations. The key to the project was the construction of
Roosevelt Dam. A road was developed alongside Tonto Trail to help get
men and supplies to the dam’s construction site. Throughout the
construction period from 1905 through 1911, the road was used
continuously.
The road received its name in 1986, when the State Transportation Board
designated the Apache Trail as the state’s first historic road. This
designation placed it on the map and has made it a popular driving
tour.
As I continued my drive, I marveled at those individuals who had
crossed on foot or by horse. It must have been quite a feat. Then I
notice up ahead a vivid blue patch. It was Canyon Lake. The road
edges the lake for several miles. The view is exceptional and is one I
will not soon forget.
After passing the lake, I came up on the small town of Tortilla Flats.
The word small is an understatement. There are only six residents.
However, I do not want its size to scare you away. You will discover a
great restaurant and bar. I love the barstools – horse saddles placed
atop wooden barrels. It is a true classic western establishment.
There is also gift a shop brimming with knick-knacks.
The name Tortilla Flats has two versions for how the name came to be.
One refers to the rock formations located near town, which resemble a
stack of tortillas. The other describes a time in which a group of
travelers got stuck in the area due to the raging Salt River. While
the group waited for the waters to subside their supplies depleted.
Eventually only tortillas were left to eat. The name Tortilla Flats
stuck. It does not matter which version is correct, this town is
special and should not be skipped.
Once you have had a cool drink and a tasty treat hop back into your
vehicle and continue down the trail. Just a few miles outside of
Tortilla Flats the pavement ends. This is where the meek might want to
turn tail and head back to Apache Junction and enjoy the numerous
antique shops in town. However, if you and your vehicle are up to it,
press-on.
The road quickly changes as you enter Fish Creek Canyon. Long ago when
stagecoaches used this road, it was preferred to head upward. I
quickly discovered why. The road is steep and has sharp drop offs.
One would have more control heading upward pulling than maintaining a
foothold and slow steady pace when going down hill. Once again, I
rejoiced in the fact that I am living in the time of trucks, air
conditioning and cup holders.
The rest of the road on up to Roosevelt Lake is rough and at times
nerve racking. You will pass by Apache Lake and follow the Salt River
upstream to Roosevelt Lake. There are spots where the drop off is
very, very steep. The word “slow” will become your friend. However,
this isn’t necessarily bad because the views and scenery are amazing.
There is something about clear blue water surrounded by dusty rocks
that makes ones eyes dance. I enjoy stopping at the numerous scenic
pullouts to see the sights and to rest my nerves. No, really, it is
not that horrendous, but you do need to take your time.
Upon arrival at Roosevelt Lake, I remember a black and white photo I
once saw of then President Theodore Roosevelt propped up in an open-air
car. He was traveling up to the dedication ceremony of the dam’s
opening. The trip took Roosevelt six hours to complete. Today I sit
looking at the largest masonry dam in the world and wonder what the
future has in store.
Nevertheless, enough speculating, a decision must be made. Once you
are at Roosevelt Lake you have a choice. You may continue on State
Highway 88 on into Globe and then drop down into the Valley or you can
retrace your steps back down the Apache Trail and on into Apache
Junction. Whichever way you chose, I promise you that you will
remember this driving adventure.
I do want to encourage you take this drive during the cooler seasons
and with a vehicle that is good shape. On one occasion I decided to
take the drive down from Roosevelt Lake to Apache Junction. Just as I
started in on the downward trek along the dirt road, I discovered my
front tire was flat. In most cases this would be an easy change, but
unfortunately several conditions proved to be inconvenient and painful.
First of all, I located a pullout on the edge of the cliff to make the
switch. Scary. Second, I chose to make the trip during August and the
temperature had soared to 100 plus. The lug nuts that were taken off
became blister material, when I had to place them back onto the tire.
My suggestion is to be prepared.
In spite of the unpleasantness I have experienced along this road, I
certainly would not pass up this journey. I believe the mixture of
history and scenery make this adventure one you will want to experience
yourself.
Until next time, enjoy Arizonan adventures!
Arizona Adventures
January 30, 2008 by arizonan · Leave a Comment
Last year for National Trails Day I decided it was time to find someplace new to hike. It was hot in Phoenix so the hikes featured on the Arizona State Parks Trails Day brochure did not sound enticing. I wanted out of the Valley. I did have a problem though; it was kind of late in the day. I had overslept due to a fun Friday night. So I read the brochure again. The town of Payson jumped out at me. It had been awhile since I had gone that direction.
I climbed into my truck and headed up to Payson the back way. I took Interstate 17 north out of Phoenix and turned off at Camp Verde. The Dairy Queen in Camp Verde was calling my name, so I grabbed a little snack and got back on the road. I traveled along State Highway 260. The drive was gorgeous through the Buckskin Hills. The land was dotted with vegetation and horse trailers could be spotted along the roadside. Obviously the horse owners from Phoenix had the same idea I had for the day. Get out of the heat!
Soon I arrived at State Highway 87 where I made a right and started my descent off the Mogollon Rim. This is a wonderful section of highway.I just had to make one stop just above the town of Strawberry to see the wide-open view of Ponderosa pine and small cabins. The fresh air and the scenic view are well worth the drive. But I wasn’t to Payson yet. So I hopped back into the truck and headed down the road.
As I drove slowly through the town of Pine, I decided to pull over and check out my map. There just had to be some great hiking area nearby. As I traced my finger on my map along State Highway 87, I came to a state park that I had driven by but had never taken the time to visit. It was the Tonto National Bridge State Park, which is just minutes off of State Highway 87. This would be my adventure.
The sign for the state park is easy to see however the road down to the park is steep. During the short drive down to the park I racked my brain to remember what I could about the lodge built above the natural bridge. David Gowan was a miner who was passing through the area in 1877, when he was spotted by a band of Apache Indians. During Gowan’s escape, he came upon the bridge and the caves sprinkled along the canyon’s sides. Gowan spend several days hiding out in a cave before he ventured outside. Once he did, he fell in love with the bridge and the rich valley above it. Gowan eventually convinced his nephew, David Gowan Goodfellow to come out from Scotland and join him in building a home. There are even stories that Al Capone and Zane Grey once stayed at the lodge to see the one of the world’s largest travertine natural bridges.
As I neared the end of my drive down to the bridge, I remembered a piece that I had read. The bridge, lodge and land were purchased in 1991 by the Arizona State Parks. This was purchase was evident by the excellent condition of the road down to the park.
A small booth near the lodge marks the entrance to the park. The park ranger that came out was extremely knowledgeable. we discussed my hiking options and helped me decide which one would be best for me. I handed her $5.00 for my admission and parked. Once I had gotten out, I could see a green field covering 5 acres. It was a beautiful sight, yet I asked myself, where is the bridge I am sure this is the thought of many visitors.
Quickly I located my hiking brochure and armed with a bottle of water I started down the path. Although the ranger had suggested the Pine Creek Trail, I chose to take the Waterfall Trail first. I wanted to get a sample of the park, before I jumped in feet first. This trail is the shortest one, only 300 feet long. The trail is steep and most of it requires taking stairs. At the end of the trail is a beautiful rock cove that has water seeping down its sides. Green moss is clinging all around and the air is moist. After a few moments to take in the sight, Idecided I really did want to see more, so back up the canyon I climbed.
Then I headed over to the Pine Creek Trailhead. The beginning of the trail is fairly smooth, but it is steep. The map I was given said that the trail is about a half mile long and only 400 feet of it is developed. This statement proves to be true. For when you arrive at the bottom of Pine Creek, the trail might appear be just a walk along the creek to the natural bridge but this is not the case. Now I don’t want to squelch your thoughts of taking this hike but a walk along the creek is not what you will encounter.
Instead, there are rocks and boulders to navigate, along with the constant search for the “stick on” arrows placed by the park personnel on the canyon walls and rocks to help guide you down the creek’s edge. It is tricky and I would encourage you to come prepared wearing proper clothing and shoes. I did pass by families with small children. However, as a parent you need to be ready to help your child traverse the rocky formations and steep slick surfaces.
Near the end of the trail there is a wonderful cave on the east side of the creek that you won’t want to miss. A path will take you through it. Please do not try to crawl into the cave. The Park Service cannot guarantee your safety. Anyway, if caving is your thing, then you needto head down to Kartchner Caverns because the highlight of this park is the bridge not the caves. The caves are just a little bonus when heading toward the bridge.
When you do reach the bridge you will stare at it in amazement. The bridge stretches up a dizzily 183 feet above the creek and creates a tunnel 400 feet long. Water flows from on top of the bridge and drips off the edge falling down to the creek below. As a hiker looking up at the bridge, the water droplets look like a spray of diamonds against the sky. You will want to spend sometime at the bridge for several reasons. The first is to take in all its beauty and the second is to gather up the energy necessary to cross the rocks back up the trail and out of the canyon.
When you do arrive back at the park area on top, you can choose to take another hike called the Gowan Loop Trail. I did not have time to do this trail. I did however; go to the four viewpoints above the bridge and the Gowan trail. The Gowan trail appears to be steep too but it is developed. It also looks like an easier hike from this vantage point.
Hikers do not get as close to the bridge on this trail, so you will have to decide which hike best suits you. The park area on top of the bridge has lots of picnic spots, ramadas, grills, rest rooms and plenty of parking. It is a beautiful backdrop for a day of hiking and relaxing. But before you leave you must make a stop at the historic lodge and gift shop located near the entrance to the park. As a matter of fact, the lodge is such a great spot that you might want to drop in here first before you even start a hike.
The lodge is full of history. If only the walls could talk, just what would they say The lodge is where David Gowan Goodfellow settled withhis family in 1898. He brought many of the possessions you see todayin the lodge down by way of ropes and burros. It must have been quite a job. The lodge also has lots of information on the creation of the natural bridge. There are rock samples, diagrams and even a model of the bridge - nature’s creation. There are tours of the lodge, bird watching walks, guided hikes, along with many more activities available by stopping in at the lodge. The gift shop has lots of Arizona knick-knacks and snacks, which helped tide me over until I arrived in Payson for a meal.
After about 3 hours of hiking and roaming the park, I got back into my truck and headed into Payson and then back to the Valley on State Highway 87. I believe my choice to spend the day in the pines to celebrate National Trails Day turned out perfect, but don’t wait for this celebration to come around again before you try your feet at Tonto Natural Bridge State Park.
Until next time, enjoy Arizonan adventures.
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Arizona Fishing
January 30, 2008 by arizonan · Leave a Comment
URBAN LAKES — The urban lakes were stocked this week with channel catfish. Fishing for catfish is good to excellent. Try stink baits, shrimp or worms fiwed on the bottom. Catfish are biting throughout the day but are most active at dusk. Sunfish are biting well at most lakes. Try small worms or mealworms. Bass fishing has been good at the large lakes and at Papago Ponds. This is the spawning period for bass, so please practice catch-and-release. TEMPE TOWN LAKE — It is the warmwater sport-fish season now. Bass fishing is very good. Fish are averaging 1-3 pounds and can be caught on crankbaits and plastics and some on minnows. Bass were the most abundant species in a recent fish survey, with many over 3 pounds and the largest about 6 pounds. Various types of plastic worms are working best. A 13-inch minimum length regulation for largemouth bass is in effect. There are plenty of bluegill and yellow bass that will bite mealworms and night crawlers. Channel catfish are starting to bite. The lake is producing some nice cats up to 5 pounds. Try hotdogs or shrimp. Fishing for carp is excellent: use dough bait or corn. Trout fishing is slowing down. Water temperatures are in the mid 70s already. Some trout can still be caught over the next few weeks. Good bait choices are Power Bait, salmon eggs or corn. You need a state fishing license – Class A (not an Urban License). A two-pole stamp can be used here. All questions regarding boating information can be answered by the Town Lake Operations Center (480) –350-8625.
LAKE PLEASANT — Water level is at 1,691 feet (88 percent full). Water is being pumped into the lake only to maintain the lake level, which should remain steady until water is released in May. There are still some largemouth bass on beds but most have finiwed spawning. Those that have finiwed spawning can be found in about 20 feet of water. Most anglers are having success in the northern reaches of the lake using Senkos, drop shot, lizards, creature baits, and tubes. Topwater plugs, jerkbaits, spinnerbaits, and crankbaits are working well during morning and evening hours. Live bait always works well, especially shad, which can be easily caught in the backs of coves with a cast net. White bass and crappie are also being caught throughout the lake, but the hot spots seem to be the Agua Fria and Castle Creek. Several striped bass catches were reported from Castle Creek, Agua Fria, and Humbug. Crappie lights can yield large mixed bag catches this time of year during nights with little moonlight. The catfish bite is starting to pick up. Several catfish are being caught in 10 to 25 feet of water. Sunfish have moved near shore and can be easily had on worms.
ROOSEVELT LAKE — The lake is 37-percent full at elevation 2,088 feet. The Salt River was flowing at 914 cfs and Tonto Creek was flowing at 20 cfs Monday morning. Crappie fishing is heating up. They are being caught near shore in coves and around structure and stickups. The flats just north of Salome Cove are a hotspot. Many fish are over 1 pound. A minnow under a slip bobber is the bait of choice. Largemouth bass fishing is fantastic. Anglers are reporting 15-30 fish per day with more overs this spring than during recent years. Many fish under the slot are being caught in the 10-13 inch range. Anglers fishing a recent tournament say they caught slot fish throughout the lake, but caught the larger fish using spinnerbaits in the breaks. Bass are spawning and on beds. Try reaction baits to locate fish then switch to finesse plastics. Smallmouth bass are also biting; try using in-line spinners and crayfish imitations especially off rocky points and cliff walls. Windy days can be good for smallmouth as the waves stir up the rocky bottom. Carp fishing is excellent, use corn or dough bait. Department sponsored Camp Carp will be held May 1 and 2: come join us for some bottom-fishing fun. For more details call (480) 981-9400 ext. 213. Please harvest largemouth bass under the 13-inch slot. Catfishing is improving but are not real active yet. Call the Mesa Game and Fish office at (480) 981-9309 if you catch a tagged flathead catfish. Note: Anglers are reminded of the slot bass size limit that remains in effect at Roosevelt where bass between 13 to 16 inches must be released immediately. Also those bass below 13 inches and above 16 inches that are kept can only be gutted with the head and tail attached so the legal length can be determined. All other fish such as crappie, catfish and bluegill harvested from the lake must have a piece of skin attached to the fillets so species can be determined.
APACHE — Lake is 96-percent full at 1,908 feet. Largemouth bass fishing is heating up. Bass are being caught in the 10-20 foot depth with drop shots and Senkos. Spinnerbaits and lures like a shad Rat-L-Trap are also working. Smallmouth fishing has also picked up. Fish for them along the cliff walls in 5-15 feet of water. They will take inline spinners and crawfish imitation baits. Walleye can be caught off cliffs and rocky points with inline spinners or drifting night crawlers. Try rock-runners with worm harnesses or shad-patterned crankbaits for walleye after dark. Yellow bass can be found in and around balls of shad. Spoons and cut bait work well for them. The Arizona Game and Fish Department is tagging walleye with a blue spaghetti-type tag near the dorsal fin. If you catch one, please note the tag number, location caught and accurate length of the fish and call the department’s Mesa office at (480) 981-9400. You can keep the tag and the fish. There is a certified scale at the marina boathouse.
CANYON — Lake is 94-percent full at 1,658 feet. Bass fishing is good. Bass are in the spawning mode and guarding nests. Crankbaits and plastics are catching fish. Garland spider jigs and lizards are working well here. One young 12-year-old angler caught a 12-pound, 4-ounce largemouth bass on a drop-shot rig. Some big fish are being caught at night. Smallmouth action can be really good right at dark; imitation crawdads work well. At night try noisy topwater lures and crankbaits. This is also a great lake for yellow bass, a member of the true bass family. Locate balls of shad and jig spoons in and around the school of shad. A few walleye are being caught trolling along cliffs. Shad imitation Rat-L-Traps can be effective for walleye here. Big carp can be caught off the shore in the recreation and beach/picnic area. Use dough bait and corn.
SAGUARO — Lake level is 1,527 feet (97-percent full). Bass fishing is red hot right now. Anglers are reporting some of the best catch rates in several years. Lake temperatures are in the upper 60s. Most fish are being caught drop shotting (tight lines) or with Senkos in 10-25 foot depths. A good place to try right now is the snags area. Anglers are starting to see fish in the 5 to 15 foot depths and even occasionally some topwater action. Males are on the nests; creature and nuisance type baits can trigger these fish to bite. The big females can be found deeper off points and in the mouths of coves. Fishing off points and welves in 20-30 feet of water can also be productive. Yellow bass can be caught jigging spoons or cut bait. Try to locate shad in 40-60 feet of water and jig through them. They are often found near Shiprock and where the “no wake” zone buoys area in the upper end of the lake. Catfishing is improving. Try stink baits, hotdogs or shrimp. Reports of large channel catfish 5-15 pounds are being caught in Mesquite and Bagley Flats area. There is a certified scale at the marina to get an official weight and still release your catch. Two witnesses are needed for the weight to be official.
BARTLETT — Bass fishing is red hot for one- to two-pound fish. Lake level was at 1,765 feet (58-percent full). Crappie fishing is good. Some are being caught with minnows near the Yellow Cliffs area and in coves around structure. Try the Alder Cove area. Night fishing under lights has been good around the Rattlesnake Cove recreation area. Don’t’ overlook the habitat buoys as fish will start to concentrate around these structures. Bass aren’t huge (1-2 pound range) but plentiful; anglers often catch between 10 and 20 bass a day here. Bass are being caught with crawdad imitations and dark plastics. Most reports say shad imitation crankbaits fiwed near rock piles along the main lake are working best. Drop-shotting “Robo Worms” is working well. Black Power Worms and lizard imitations have been catching fish. Soft plastics, jigs and Westys are the best nighttime baits. Also keep a look out for bass chasing shad boils, try throwing jerk baits into the boil. Catfishing is improving.
HORSESHOE — Lake is temporarily holding water at 30 percent capacity. The boat ramp is 7 feet in the water. In a recent fish survey largemouth bass from 1-3 pounds were caught in the upper end of the lake. The water is very clear and fish will be visible on beds. Upstream from Horseshoe Dam is an unlimited harvest area for all game fish. The river above the lake is fishable now, and will be a good bet for large and smallmouth bass in the next few weeks. The deep pool below the dam is known for producing flathead and channel cats. The Colorado pikeminnow and the razorback sucker are endangered and must be released immediately
VERDE RIVER — Monday morning flows were 125 cfs at Camp Verde. Flows were 230 cfs below Bartlett Dam. Fishing for smallmouth and largemouth bass is improving. No reports on catfishing. Remember that no baitfish can be transported into this part of the river (above Horseshoe). For further information concerning regulations, call the Arizona Game and Fish Department at (602) 789-3257.
LOWER SALT RIVER (below Saguaro Lake) — Rainbow trout were stocked at Phon-D-Sutton and Granite Reef five weeks ago for the last time this season. Fish can be caught using traditional trout baits and lures such as Power Bait, corn and spinners. Fish are averaging 9-14 inches. Fly-fishing can be very productive in this stretch of the river. A recent survey in this stretch produced some nice largemouth bass; a few were over 5 pounds.
CREEKS — Tonto, Canyon, Workman, and Haigler have all been stocked recently with rainbow trout. Stockings will continue through the spring and into the summer. Spinners, worms, corn, and Power Bait will all work.
HORSETHIEF LAKE — This 10-acre lake located in the pines in the Bradshaw Mountains is a real sleeper. Take the Crown King exit off I 17. Great for a canoe, car topper or belly boat. The lake is full of largemouth bass, sunfish and channel catfish. Great trip with the family to escape the heat.
Introducing Dr. Erika McKeen, BSc, NMD
January 23, 2008 by arizonan · Leave a Comment
I would like to introduce you to a good friend of mine, Dr. Erika McKeen. I am excited to announce that Dr. McKeen will be accepting additional patients in March.
