Day Two of Three, in Valle del Sol

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The music, the fireworks and the Polish sausage were happy memories on Sunday morning. I got myself together for another sunny day and enjoyed a hearty breakfast at the local Mimi’s Cafe.  The plan for the day was to explore an area that had long intrigued me:  White Tanks County Park, west of an area in which I had worked for several years.

Thoughts of Whitney Houston, and my Penny, were very much in the fore as I trekked the Goat Camp Trail and the Mesquite Canyon Trail, through some awesome canyons.  Following, are twelve photos of this magnificent area.  All the photos may be viewed in my “White Tanks” album.

                       

This is Slick Rock Wash.

                           

                           

Communications towers are well-protected here.

                         

                         

Apropos of Valentine’s Weekend, here are what I call The Kissing Rocks.heart

Twelve photos?  I lied.  Here is # 13-

Once finished with this twelve mile hike, I got to do another three miles back to my car.  We live in an age of distrust, and not even the folks who took my photo would chance having me in their car for three miles.

It was a lovely day anyway, and I capped it by treating a couple of  my hosts from last summer’s travels to dinner at Macaroni Grill.  It is a nice feeling to be able to be a host in return.

Day One of Three, in Valle del Sol

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  • This past weekend, I went to Phoenix as a visitor, and as a citizen observing our state’s centenary.  Saturday, I drove over to Camelback Mountain, which I had not climbed since Christmas, 1982, only to find zero parking.  Opting instead for Piestewa Peak, which I had climbed three times previously, but had never photographed, I found parking and several lively climbing groups, with whom to enjoy the afternoon.

    Originally called Squaw Peak, the name was changed virtually by Executive Order of then-Governor Janet Napolitano, in 2003, in honour of Lori Ann Piestewa, a soldier of Hopi-Yaqui descent, who was the first Arizonan to die in the Iraq War.  “Squaw” is a Huron word for “female”, which descended into pejorative use by white settlers, then by the general American populace in the late 19th Century.

    I had known Lori Ann, while serving as a counselor in her native Tuba City, in the early eighties.  She was a sweet-natured, but bold child, and it seems she carried her boldness into military service. Boldness is a good quality for which to lend one’s name to a mountain.  This particular mountain, with its narrow and steep trails, welcomes bold climbers.

    Here are some scenes of the peak and its surroundings:

                                

                                

                                

                                

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    These last were taken by a Christian lay missionary, who was enjoying the peak with his wife and another young couple.  In the course of the photo shoot, I laid my oak walking stick, a legacy of my maternal grandfather, dating from 1924, on a pile of rocks.  Then, I headed down with the two couples, forgetting the stick.  As luck would have it, another couple with a young boy passed by when I was halfway down.  I told them about the stick and that if the child found it, the stick could be his.  The couple replied that they would rather bring it down to me, if i had time to wait.  So, I did and they brought it to me ninety minutes later.  Oh, the joys of not being on a schedule!

    Evening fell, and I went to downtown Phoenix, where a series of concerts was in full swing.  I caught performances by Michelle Branch and the Gin Blossoms, gladly raising my arms in a group wave to the latter’s heartfelt performance.  As the Blossoms launched into “Hey, Jealousy”, their final song of the evening, we were treated to this:

    Arizona Best Fest

    How cool was that?

    I think it’s been thirty-six years since I have been present at such an emotional public gathering.  Watching things on TV or online is just not the same.

Tucson’s Downtown and Old Pueblo

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After visiting Bisbee and Tombstone, and enjoying the fare of High Desert Cafe and Market, and Screaming Banshee Pizza, both in Bisbee, I had a huge craving for good Mexican cuisine.  There is no better place for this than the area north of downtown Tucson, known as Old Pueblo.

I took some shots of downtown and its northern neighbour, then enjoyed fantastic  sopa de albondigas and a shrimp chimichanga, at El Charro, the Old Pueblo’s largest Mexican eatery.

Here is Tucson City Hall.

These are views of Pima County Courthouse.

These are four views of Old Pueblo.

I will return to Tucson in late April or early May, to visit San Xavier del Bac and Mount Lemmon.

Tombstone’s Fantasy and Reality

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After leaving Bisbee, one of my favourite AZ towns, I drove to Tombstone, which I only knew from interviewing unsuccessfully for a job, several years ago, and from the film of the 1990’s.

A brief stroll along Allen Street, the main drag, accents the hype:

                                     

                                     

In the Bird Cage Theater, one may see wax mannequins of the frontier days, and a steer or two:

                          

The meat and potatoes of Tombstone, however, was, and is, silver.  The Good Enough Mine offers underground tours:

Rex was our knowledgeable subterranean guide.

                            

There is green cuprite, resembling turquoise.

This photo amazed one of the kids in our group.

The red is for “Watch your head”.  Most of us wore hard hats. A lone Texas cowboy opted to just where his regular hat.

Here’s a dynamite cart.

Knowing more about the real Tombstone helps me understand how things got out of hand in the saloons.  Silver mining looks like grueling work.

Here are a few shots from Tombstone Courthouse Museum, an Arizona State Park.

                          

There were three Earp brothers who were prominent in the Tombstone of the 1880’s.

Here is the jail cell.

Here is the gallows.

This is a panopticon, a primitive projector.

This bell called kids to school in 1880’s Tombstone.

This is the courtroom.

“and now, a word from our sponsor”.

Bisbee, Part 5 of 5

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Here are some scenes of Bisbee’s historical record, as shown in the town’s Historical Museum.

This is some of the machinery used in the Queen Mine.

Here is Bisbee in 1907.

Serbians were among the dozens of ethnic groups  who made up the mine crews.                                                                                    Here is a Chinese tea set.

The flags of several nations flew at the mine in the 1900’s.

Here is an early miner at work.

This shows a rough estimate of the amount of copper used by the average American.

Bisbee, Part 4 of 5

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Here are some shots of the Queen Copper Mine, which was established by George Warren and Edwin Reilly in 1879.  The Douglas family, and Phelps-Dodge Corporation (now Fairport-Mc Moran) later bought the mine and expanded on it.

  • Here are four shots of the mine, which may also be toured, if scheduled in advance.

                                 

                                  

    There is probably a fair amount of copper tailings in the Queen, but Fairport- McMoran’s operations have shifted to an area across the street.

    The mine was the focal point of a serious labour dispute in 1917.  This culminated in the deportations, on July 17 of that year, of 2,000  men, who were members of the International Workers of the World (IWW).  This was orchestrated by Sheriff Harry Wheeler, of Cochise County and Walter Douglas, the president of Phelps-Dodge Corporation, which owned the mine.  Wheeler was greatly concerned with “getting rid of German spies”, which is how he saw the labour activists.

Bisbee, Part 3 of 5

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  • Here, I will show you some aspects of the community’s sense of artistic license.  These help make a small town a huge delight.

                                       

                                       

                                       

                                       

                                                                          

                                       

                                       

    This goes to show, great things come in small packages!

Bisbee, Part 2 of 5

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One of the most striking features of Bisbee is the prodigious use of colour in its many fine structures-  hotels, eateries and places of worship.

Let’s look around:

Yes, the trolley is ideal for those who prefer relaxation.

Here are some churches.

                    

Hotels are not to be outdone, in style and substance.

                   

Above, is the Copper Queen.

                  

Houses have their own sense of artistry.

                               

                               

In the next post, I will show some  of the random art that the good folks of Bisbee share with their many guests.

Bisbee, AZ: Part 1 of 5

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Cochise County:  Sierra Vista is its economic engine, Douglas, its main Port of Entry, Willcox, its breadbasket, Tombstone, its “Toughnut’ and Benson, its Cave City.  Bisbee, the county seat, is Cochise’s crown jewel.

Dewitt Bisbee, a mining executive, never lived in the town that bears his name.  ‘Tis a pity; he’d have probably loved it here.  Canyons can be hard places to live, if one is used to the wide prairies.  On the other hand, for those who like snugness and close proximity to one’s neighbours, a place like this is paradise, if in a rough way.  There are, to my delight, over a dozen lodging establishments, from the Bisbee Grand and Copper Queen Hotels, to Audrey’s Inn ( a bed and breakfast, which fills fast).  I chose the Canyon Rose Suites, in the center of the Bisbee Historic District.  It was exactly what I needed, to cast out my demons.

In order to give a sense of what a trip to Bisbee can offer the body, let’s climb some stairs to the water tower:

                                   

We pass juniper saplings.

One is reminded that it’s possible to DRIVE up the water tower road.

Parking is actually abundant, all over town.

Still and all, one gets much more from walking.  At least, I do.

                      

                      

                      

This is what’s left of the old water tower keeper’s lot.

The tower itself, though, is still in service.

Next, I will feature Bisbee’s fine old buildings.