If I were pressed, I would have to say, Fall is my favorite season. While Spring brings flowers, and winter snow… Fall intrigues us with it’s beguiling colors and flirtatious change in season. Winter is coming she tells us… if only.
Fields of fallen leaves drop from the trees above and crunch below our feet as they blow across the forest floor.
To me, it’s a magical time; one of re-birth, re-newal, and change.
Buck Springs is one of a number of old cabins littered around Mogollon Rim’s back dirt roads.
There are two standing cabins on this site. The smaller of the two was built in 1923, while the larger was built in 1946.
The cabins found in this area were built by early Forest Service, ranchers and settlers while they worked the land. The area is also home to animals looking for food, water, and shelter.
The natural springs throughout the area provide vital water and pools for the wildlife that inhabit the area.
If you visit, remember leave it cleaner than you found it. These are precious places that hold their own history and beauty. Leave a lasting positive impression for future visitors…. not one of trash that one brings in and leaves as a poor testament to today’s mankind.
Arizona is filled with many vast expanses and amazing viewpoints. The landscape is diverse and varied, with cactus in the south and pine trees in the north. The land has seen equally disparate travelers, from the Indians that roamed the land hundreds of years ago, to the early European / American settlers who risk life and limb to trek across her rugged peaks and valleys.
Back 1000 years ago, tribes roamed this land having left abandoned ruins that leave only to our imagination life in another time. From A.D. 1050 – 1425 the Sinagua lived, foraged, and hunted this land from this ancestral Hopi pueblo, now known as Chavez Pass.
A large oval depression north of the pueblo is the remains of a prehistoric ball court. It also served as a trade center for a network that reached from the Hopi Mesas and Zuni Pueblo to the Pacific and Northern Mexico.
There is very little left of what once was. The overgrown thistle and foxtails outnumber the petroglyphs and stacked rock walls, or what’s left of them. Yet, the opportunity to wander through something so ancient and decaying into the land over time, allows us a glimpse of simpler times, when life really was rough.
It’s a popular question these days. For us, we did what we do… and pursued our already scheduled project of adding water hydrants closer to the house.
I know.. boring, right?!
Well we didn’t think so. We were more upset by the rationing of ibuprofen for our aching backs, than lack of TP (let’s not even go there!).
After taking 8 hours to jack hammer the first 10′ of ditch 3′ deep, we were already tired…. and had another 140′ to go!
So we solicited help. We hired a back hoe… and more importantly, a hammer hoe, to get through our all rock terrain.
In 4 hours a Case 580 made short work of our ‘little job’. But in doing so, it completely obliterated our previously well manicured road.
Even with big machinery, it took nearly a month of hard physical labor – jack hammering, shoveling, digging and moving rock and dirt, to ready our 150′ of ditch to drop our water line (between snow falls and freezing temps).
Once the line was all in, we covered it with sand, and backfilled the ditch. We cleared rock, graded the road, and spread 22 ton of gravel.
In the end, you would never even know what we did… except we don’t have to walk all the way out to the road to get water any more.
If you’ve been to Mogollon Rim by way of Forest Road 95, you’ve passed over the bridge at East Clear Creek.
The road itself is dusty, windy, and beautiful. It’s kind of like a suspense thriller – and I don’t mean spooky guy at the end. In fact, for me it’s a plot that thickens. It starts with boring tall forest to pull you in. It’s nice enough, but sorta drab.
Then it sprinkles in some cool craggy oaks, and the occasional fir. Then.. just as you turn the corner, it grabs you with more breathtaking views.
This time of year the snow is melting up North…. and the sun is shining in the Valley. We have become pretty acclimated to the cooler temps… so HOT HOT is just HOT, as it was when we went down this past week and experienced a whopping 87F. Ok, I know we’re spoiled… but we’re toughened up by our winters.
We went to see the flowers, but in truth, while we got into a couple small pockets, it was already late in the season, as most were already gone.
We enjoyed those we did see, and soaked up the heat. But enough is enough, so we took the appropriately named, Desert to Tall Pines Rd (SR 288) back to the snow.
In a matter of hours we were back in our comfort zone, with snow on the ground, amidst the forest and Tall Pines.
We ventured to Workmens Creek, outside of Young, and enjoyed the cascading water from their snow melt.
Maybe a restaurant you meet your one and only? A place of solitude that elicits fond memories? A spot you go to so that you might clear your head?
We should all have such a place of tranquility and peaceful reconciliation. Alas, many of the restaurant / bars that my husband and I remember fondly – where we met, where we danced to quiet music, etc. – are now no longer there. And I’m not talking just change in names… buildings gone, and unrecognizably landscapes have taken the place of long forgotten icons.
But we still have our special place. It’s not a restaurant or a bar… it’s an attitude of peaceful reflection. My husband first went when he was a boy of 10 years old. He went camping with his dad. His dad felt he should know how to drive in case anything happened to him. So it’s a place, he first learned to drive with his dad – gone now some 20 years.
My husband took me there before we were married, some 30+ years ago now. It was then that we discovered these ruins as we looked over this grand landscape and saw this structure tucked into the side of the hill… seemingly undiscovered all these years.
We have been going back ever since, and deem it our special place. It is magical, tranquil, and awe-inspiring. We should all have such a special place.