Box Canyon and Martinez Canyon - AZFJ Christmas Meet Up

Lewis & Clark and Calamity Jane - Price Road, Florence, AZ

This past weekend Paul and I combined the AZFJ.org Christmas Meet Up with a chance to wheel in, then hike in, to Martinez Canyon - one of my favorite places to go in Arizona.  So far, in my opinion, one of the top 5 most beautiful spots in all of Arizona!  Even more beautiful now because there is no motorized traffic allowed in there.  

But as usual - I'm getting ahead of myself.  

So everyone knows we have two FJ's.  Calamity Jane - mine - she's Black Cherry Pearl (also known as purple) and Lewis & Clark - Paul's - Voodoo Blue.  They are both 2007, mine is a manual, Paul's is an automatic.  Both have a lift, although Paul's is higher than mine - Paul's has been very seriously outfitted for off-roading, while mine has just started the process!  But we NEVER take them both out together.  Paul and I enjoy different aspects of off-roading - Paul loves the challenge of driving, I love watching the maps and keeping on the look out for buildings, etc on the way - we both love what we call "destination" driving.  We rarely go off-roading "just to go drive on a dirt road."  There's almost always a cabin or a mine we have researched to go see.

AZFJ Crew - Price Road, Florence, AZ

So when www.azfj.org said they wanted to go "run the box canyon" for Christmas - I told Paul we should go - and take both trucks (because hey - people are always surprised to find out we have two) and then go camp out and hike to Martinez Cabin/Mill/Mine in the morning.  Paul agreed!  We got the ham radios set up so we could chat along the way (that's the biggest thing I missed about riding with Paul - I love the conversation - which doesn't happen the same when you're in separate trucks).  We fixed a few suspension things on Lewis & Clark, made sure both girls were ready to romp - and on Saturday afternoon, off we went.  

Our trucks with their Christmas lights

We wanted to arrive a bit early - we were meeting at the shooting area outside of Florence - but past that a few miles is the train bridge - an old wooden train bridge with spots just wide enough to put an FJ Cruiser in!  So Paul and I took Lewis & Clark and Calamity Jane and took some photos of the girls.  Calamity Jane has her new bumper on with two of Lewis & Clark's KCHilites HID lights on the front.  She's looking particularly bad-ass, although still a bit shorter than Lewis & Clark.  After taking photos and admiring our trucks (because hey - who wouldn't - they look awesome!), we head back to the shooting area to meet up with the other AZFJ folks.  Our friends Bryan and Kelly were there, Alicia (who I know from Lady Owned Toyotas), and several others.  From 3-4 we all chatted, took pictures of the trucks, and just re-acquainted ourselves with old friends - some of whom we have known online for 7-8 years!

At 4 p.m., we all decided to head out.  Because Paul and I have ham radios, and only one other truck had ham (Ray - the route leader), we headed up the back of the group.  Besides, we were going to peel off and head to Martinez Canyon after the box canyon was finished - so we figured being in the back was best.  

Entrance to the Box Canyon - Gorgeous Country!

So a line of 13 trucks start heading up to the Box Canyon - and what a beautiful afternoon/evening it was.  Some of us had our Christmas lights on our trucks - all of us looking awesome in perfect FJ style!  The Box Canyon was easy enough.  Only one small area did I need a bit of spotting - our good friend (and amazing glass guy - if you need his info, hit me up!), Bryan Glider, spotted me up and over a rock obstacle, which Calamity Jane handled like a champ!  Paul was behind me and said I handled it perfectly!  I was still waiting for the dreaded "waterfall" - but it was not to be on Saturday night.  

The trucks - with lights - at camp

As we exited the Box Canyon and headed up to the Stage Stop, Paul and I agreed that we would turn around and head back to the Martinez Canyon turn off.  Neither of us realized the Waterfall was further up Mineral Mountain Road...but now we knew we would be handling it alone - just the two of us - on Sunday morning.  So we left our group of AZFJers to find a camping spot for the night.  

Paul had me lead - although my phone's GPS was having difficulty - the road was fairly obvious and we had both been to Martinez Canyon before (although Paul had not been all the way back to the mill).  We found a lovely little camping spot just off the road, we set up our nice little Marmot tent, built a small fire, and made dinner.  We had decided to just do freeze dried food this weekend - so we both had Mountain House Beef Stroganoff Adventure Meals.  We get these at Wal-Mart, and they aren't half bad!  Although I got a kick out of commenting on whether the meal was the adventure, or you ate them on your adventure (I'm easily amused).  Anyway - Paul fixes us both a drink, and we sit back by the fire enjoying the cold air, the amazingly clear sky with stars, and the warmth of the fire.  

Our Kamping Keurig - the OXX

And then we turn in for one of the worst nights sleep I've ever had.  Now, we had cots - so we aren't sleeping on the ground, and we have Paul's Buddy Heater, so I should have been super-comfortable.  I slept well until 1 a.m., then I got cold.  And I couldn't get comfortable in the down mummy-bag.  So I tossed and turned, and finally got up and went and got in Calamity Jane, started her up, started up her heater, and turned on some soft music and dozed off for an hour or so.  I should mention that Paul slept like a rock!  

So bad night's sleep aside, I got up around 6:30 as the sun was coming up, and started poking around the fire remnants trying to get a new fire started from the buried coals.  I hear Paul from inside the tent "babe - is that you?"  I laughed - asked him who he thought it was.  I heard something about big foot...crazy guy.  He comes out and gets the fire good and started, and we get out our totally awesome Oxx CoffeeBoxx - an industrial strength Keurig - Paul fires it up, and in no time, we have hot coffee and tea in our cute little Yeti Ramblers (Paul's is orange, mine is teal).  We sit around by the warm fire just enjoying the hooting of a bunch of owls, then the squawking of some other bird who seemed perturbed by our presence.  It was quiet.  Not a soul in site - nobody had come down the road, and we were in the middle of nowhere quietly enjoying the beauty of Arizona.  We had another round of Mountain House Adventure Meals for breakfast - not as good as my eggs and bacon, but certainly easier - then we pulled up camp, and headed out for the last 1.5 miles of road to where we park our trucks for the hike in to Martinez Canyon.

Adventure Meals...

So a short bit of history here - back in 2010, I went to Martinez Canyon on the quads after visiting the Coke Ovens (which are now off limits) - you can see this in an old blog post of mine.  We were able to take the quads all the way up to the Mill if we chose - although I stopped just past Martinez Cabin as I was tired of fighting with the quad at the time and it had been a really long day - we hiked the rest of the way in (maybe half a mile from the cabin to the mill).  Sometime before 2017, they closed Martinez Canyon to all motorized traffic.  Probably not a bad thing - there were some gnarly off-road trails up there (ie - "The Luge") and the road was getting very torn up and the trestle from the mill across the river bottom had fallen.  I saw the trestle before it fell - but Paul didn't.  When Paul went in 2017 with Duner and Connie, they had to park and hike in as the road had been closed by then.  From Martinez Cabin, they took the wrong path - they went up The Luge path - but gave up and went back.  To get to the Mill, you keep going up the river bottom.  So I've been to the Mill, but Paul has not - I was so excited to show it to him!

Martinez Canyon

Our little campsite

As we head out on foot, my new Osprey pack on my back, we hoof it down a rocky, but relatively well maintained road into the river bottom.  Then it becomes a little less clear.  Sometimes there is a road.  Sometimes there is a trail.  Sometimes there is just a river bottom.  But heavens is it beautiful in there.  The trees have all changed colors, the canyon walls are bright orange and red with the sun - such a gorgeous place for the hard life of mining.  The road has all but deteriorated by this point - and looks nothing like a road - and nothing like I remember it.

As we approach Martinez Cabin, I'm dismayed, as I usually am when I revisit old sites, to see how degraded it is.  There are entire buildings missing.  The old generators have been dragged out from their shed covering and stripped of copper wiring.  The Cabin itself is rotting away - and will soon fall over due to a tree that has grown/fallen into it.  I cannot count that as human caused, so I'm less upset about that - but the rest of it is clearly human caused damage.  Lack of respect, greed and downright lack of caring about our pioneer history.  This will all be gone someday...with only memories and people's photos to remember it by.

Martinez Cabin in Martinez Canyon

Paul checking out a small adit

After we poke around the cabin site area for a bit, we head up and over to the Mill.  The road is even less obvious - and where there is a road, it is so badly washed out that it looks too dangerous to even hike on.  We chose to hike up the small trail next to the creek.  I can't believe I took a quad up here...but I see where we stopped due to a Jeep with broken tie rods, as well as a rock garden full of baby heads.  This is, by the way, where I coined the term "baby heads."  Head sized rocks that make for uncomfortable wheeling.  Uncomfortable, not impossible.  However, this road is now pretty much impossible/impassable.  The washouts are massive, and the boulders are huge.  

As the canyon opens up, we can see the smoke stack of the Mill - I'm of course saddened by the lack of the trestle, but excited to show Paul all the machinery inside the Mill itself.  We scramble up the side of the river banks to the mill, and I get bummed out again - it seems a great deal of stuff is missing.  The site has been stripped of anything that can be reasonably carried out, and only the massive pieces of machinery are left.  The parts bins, which used to be full of old parts, are empty.  Copper has been stripped off of anything it can be stripped from.  But the large equipment - its amazing.  Paul is, as always, mesmerized by all the things that can be flipped, turned or switched.  He's like a 5 year old.  But his engineer nerd comes out as he explains to me (whether I'm listening or not, I should add) what everything does.  

Martinez Mill - 2010

Martinez Mill - 2020

The Martinez Mine operated from 1880 until 1971 - so it has a long history - not all of it old.  It was a lead, silver, copper, gold and zinc mine.  It used to be owned by a family in Florence, but is now on BLM land.  It has several known adits, and is also known as the Silver Bell - Martinez Mine and sometimes the Columbia-Silver Bell Mine.  The lower adit/shaft is flooded at the bottom, and is dangerous to enter (as are most mines in Arizona).  

Paul and I stop to have a snack in the shade of the old Mill, then we hike the very short way up to the mine adit - due to the steep incline, Paul opts not to go in (and after watching some YouTube videos, I'm glad he didn't - it's flooded).  But we decide it's time to head back, as we still have to tackle a major 4 wheeling obstacle on the way out - The Waterfall.

The hike out of Martinez Canyon was uneventful, but beautiful.  The drive out to Mineral Mountain Road was bouncy but easy.  We followed several pick up trucks up towards the Waterfall, and I'm trailing behind so as not to suck so much dust, when Paul comes over the Ham and says "there's a Jeep up here.  And a 4Runner.  Oh, and this must be the Waterfall.  Wow - it's worse than I thought it would be."

Martinez Canyon - the old road up

And I just stop Calamity Jane for a second.  I still haven't seen the Waterfall.  I was already scared.  I've seen video.  I'm not even sure my truck can make it.  But I drive forward as a manual shift Jeep takes a line up the obstacle - flexing more than I've ever seen a vehicle flex, and I look at Paul and tell him there's no way.  My truck can't make it, and there is no way I'm doing it.  The lady in the 4Runner says she's not going up it - she doesn't have skid plates or a lift, and she explains the alternate route around.

But of course, because a Jeep has done it, Paul is going to do it in Lewis & Clark.  And he takes the harder line straight up.  Scares the living daylights out of me - I'm certain he's going to slide and get body damage - I call over someone who helped spot the Jeep for help - but Lewis & Clark climbs it like the boss she is, and as he drives by me (as seen in the video), he says "Now we just have to get yours up here."

The top half of The Waterfall obstacle

So Paul takes Calamity Jane, and brings her up.  She stalls a time or two - as expected.  But she popped right up and over those nasty rocks.  I had no idea she could rock crawl like that.  Still not sure I'd have tried it - definitely not in a manual - but it did give me a ton more confidence in Calamity Jane.  The videos don't do this obstacle justice.  Paul was frequently on 3 wheels, and half way up, I thought Calamity Jane was gonna need a winching.  But her tires caught, and up she popped - like the bombshell she is!  These trucks can do anything with the right driver!!  Which is apparently not me.  Haha.  But seriously - look at her bad ass go up that obstacle - those rocks are 3-4 feet high!  And as soon as your front tires are over those rocks, you can't see anything but sky.  Paul did it with a big smile on his face.  Crazy.  He's crazy.  Gotta love him though.  Here are the video links...

Paul's Truck - Lewis & Clark - Part 1

Paul's Truck - Lewis & Clark - Part 2

Bobbi's Truck - Calamity Jane - Part 1

Bobbi's Truck - Calamity Jane - Part 2

The rest of the drive out was long, but uneventful.  I was tired - lack of sleep and stress over the Waterfall had taken it's toll - but it was beautiful country, and I had fun driving my truck.  As Paul said, all I needed was a little "seat" time to feel what she can do.  And while I may not have done the Waterfall, I did everything else without panic and without tears.  So all in all, it was a good trip!

Two FJ's - Twice the Fun!

KofA National Wildlife Refuge - Cabins, Mines and Beautiful Mountains

Calamity Jane at Skull Rock in the KofA National Wildlife Refuge

Six years.  It's been six years since I was in the KofA/Castle Dome Mountain area.  Six years since I visited the Big Eye Mine with Bailey - and Paul!  Yes - it was Paul and my second outing in April of 2014 - we had Duner and his family along, as well as Alex.  But this time - it was just me and Paul - and Calamity Jane with her new shocks (Bilstein 5100) and lift (Toytec)!  It was an AMAZING day!

Lewis & Clark, Calamity Jane, Alex's Jeep and Duner's FJ
in April of 2014 at the entrance to the KofA

This trip was planned sort of last minute - we had a number of destinations we were trying to go see, and had to make a choice as to where we were going to go.  Because we decided to scuba dive on Saturday, we only had the one day - so we chose to go to the KofA, which is short for the King of Arizona - a group of mining claims south of Quartzite and north of Yuma on the 95.  Paul and I had previously been to the Castle Dome Mountains (Big Eye Mine) in 2014, which is closer to Yuma than where we went this time - but I remember just loving the rugged looking mountains - they remind me somewhat of Red Rocks in Colorado - they jut up at odd angles, and just come rising up out of the desert like some underground hand just pushed them up and out of the Earth's crust.  I love it out here.  In addition - the KofA region of Arizona is one of the earliest mining areas in the entire state.  It is bordered by the Colorado River, so back in the mid to late 1800's when the Colorado flowed of it's own accord and we had steamboats on the river, this area was a lucrative settlement for people.   The KofA and Castle Dome Mountains are, in my opinion, some of the prettiest in the state - challenged only by the beauty of the Chiricahua's in the southeastern portion of Arizona.  

KofA National Wildlife Refuge

We meant to start out early.  We always do, but we slept in, then laid around reading the news and having coffee and tea.  But then we packed up my new turquoise Canyon Cooler with drinks, snacks and icea, and off we went to start the 2 hour drive to Quartzsite where we would top off Calamity Jane and head south on the 95.  

Our first stop was at a group of mining claims - some of which are on private property and are not accessible, some of which are on the KofA refuge.  I will not be giving specifics on these mines because of the pristine condition in which a number of them remain.  But wow - we started out our day strong - and it was by far one of the coolest stops we've ever made!  

One of the Cabins at our first stop

As we explored our first stop, we discovered several cabins, a workshop, a machine shop, and an amazing mill/processing building which was remarkably intact.  Several engines which ran a number of different portions of the operation were found, and Paul was able to explain how almost everything worked.  It was fascinating seeing how the different buildings were tied together with pulleys and following the lines we were able to figure out how things ran from the mill/processing building right down to the machine shop. We discovered a HUGE drill press, which Paul works in the below video - we were surprised that a) it was still there and b) it still worked quite well!  This was also run by a belt (the belt is no longer there) powered by some of the engines in the mill/processing building.  

Old flathead 6 Chrysler Industrial engine

Paul loves to tinker - and he will dig around and explore even more than I will - he will go places I won't go - but he always knows when I'm going to regret not seeing something - so he climbed steep and rickety stairs, came back and got me, made sure I went up to see all the "things," and when we exited the main mill/processing building, he went up to look at another shed, and came back to get me because he knew I wasn't going to want to miss it - the actual mine adit.  He was right - every single thing I saw just continued to amaze me!  I don't think either Paul or I have been to a site so perfect since back in 2014 when we visited another amazing mining site in the middle of the state with Bailey and my brother.  We spent several hours at this mining complex - and we plan to go back soon.  

It always amuses me how interested Paul is in all these old workings.  I'm fascinated just by the amount of stuff - but Paul is interested in how it works.  When we got home from this particular trip, Paul must have spent 2 hours researching this Flathead 6 Chrysler Industrial engine - he found videos of what it would sound like, he found a marine version, and he played every single video (and made me listen to most of them!  Ha).  And then he spent hours researching a Servel gas refrigerator we saw up there.  

O'Keefe Merritt Stove/Oven combo

I do a different kind of research - I researched the stove/oven combos we found, kitchen appliances, some of the books found in the cabins, and the history of the mine - I love to read about what kind of minerals were found, when they were found, who owned it and when, and the timeline of the mine as well.  Together, Paul and I spend HOURS researching after our trips - the hours we spend together learning about where we just were makes my heart just burst - I've never explored with someone who had as much interest in not just the off-roading to get there, but the actual history of the people and place itself!  

But - in true Paul and Bobbi Jo form, we had several other places to visit as well!  Including the famous Skull Rock.  So we left the mining district we were in, and headed back to the 95 to go up to the Queen Palm Canyon area to find Skull Rock.

Calamity Jane in front of Signal Peak

Now Paul was the one that knew about Skull Rock - and we plan to go back.  It's a VERY cool rock formation - it wasn't difficult to get to although you are in a wash for more than half the drive (so be careful if you go during a storm).  Here, though, the scenery was amazing.  Beyond amazing.  Stunning is a better word for it.  We kept stopping to take photos of the mountains.  Well, and of my truck.  Because hey - she has new shocks, a lift and new bump stops (all thanks to Paul).  She didn't bottom out once - and the ride is so much smoother than it was.  And hey - she looks awesome 3 inches taller!  Paul and I both noticed a big difference in the comfort of the ride on washboard and just bouncing around.  Best improvement in a long time!  

Bobbi Jo at Skull Rock

Skull Rock has been used as a camp site for years - and in fact, when you are standing inside the base of the rock itself, it smells heavily of fire - it does make some amazing photos when you have this ghostly skull with fire coming out of its mouth staring out of the dark desert at you - that will have to be another trip, however.  

Behind Skull Rock is a very tall, vertical rock which is balanced on two smaller rocks - you can actually see through the area underneath that tall rock.  Again - the rock formations here in KofA are just amazing!  Paul and I poked around for a bit, but realizing we had other things to go see, we again headed out towards the 95 and went up to another trail...

Box Canyon on tbe way to De La Osa Well

This next trail was a bit rougher in a few spots - but we never once hit my BudBuilt skid plates!  And we bounced along for quite a long ways all while looking for the De La Osa Ranch cabin.  Well - we were in for a surprise.  Apparently, a watershed covering and a cabin look exactly the same to me on Google Earth.  So I repeatedly said to Paul (who is driving) "who the heck puts a ranch cabin all the way out here and the road is so bad?"  

Hmmm - well, we got out there and turns out it is the De La Osa WELL.  Not cabin.  Or ranch.  Absolutely no idea how I came up with it being a ranch.  Paul was mildly amused by my mistake.  Mildly.  But the windmill was in excellent condition, and we were originally going to go up to High Tank 8 to check out the watershed up there, but it was getting late and we had a VERY long drive out - and still more to see!  So we started to head back to the 95, but then decided to change our route and head overland to the Kofa Cabin.  We turned off back the road right outside the Box Canyon and headed northeast.  

De La Osa Windmill

This route was long, and while not terribly rough, there were a TON of washes as we crossed through the KofA Wildlife area on designated roads (you aren't allowed to be on roads that are not designated roads).  The washes were generally the kind of washes that you "drop" down in to, and then climb out of on the other side.  Lots of sand and dirt, and by this time, it is pushing 4 p.m.  We wanted to be done looking at all of the "things" no later than 5, because we knew once we were done at the Kofa Cabin we had about an hour drive out, and we weren't sure the quality of the El Paso Natural Gas Company Access Road we were going to follow out.  

Kofa Cabin

The desert was beautiful, and just as we popped out of the last wash and I mentioned that GaiaGPS  (our number one choice for off road mapping and navigation) showed us close, we could see the Kofa Cabin!  Now the Kofa Cabin was built by the Civilian Conservation Corps ("CCC").  The CCC was made up primarily of young Native Americans from the Colorado Indian Tribes Reservation, and they built not only this cabin, but several earthen and rock reservoirs in the KofA area, including the Four Peaks Dam in the late 1930's.  This cabin is exceptionally well constructed of basalt stone, and is open to the public for camping on a first come, first serve basis.  

After a quick exploration of the Kofa Cabin, we head out on to the El Paso Natural Gas Company Access Road (longest road name ever) and start the long trek back out to the 95.  Approximately a 25 mile drive on a graded dirt road with nothing much to see except tons and tons of gas pipeline signs, we finally exited the KofA National Wildlife Refuge, aired up Calamity Jane's tires, and headed back in to Quartzsite.  It was time for some dinner, so we found a cute little cafe off the beaten path in Quartzsite - the Mountain Quail Cafe.  Awesome burgers, and great service - if you get a chance - go there!  Well worth it!!

We had full tummies, a full tank of gas, and a 2 hour drive home.  It was dark, we were tired, but we were still so happy about our day, the findings at the mining complex, and just the fun of getting out while it's so nice in Arizona!  The KofA didn't disappoint - it didn't in 2014, and it didn't in 2020.  We look forward to coming back soon!

Desert Labyrinth on the way to Palm Canyon in the KofA

 

Mogollon Rim

Mogollon Rim - Rim Road

Ahh - cool mountain air - camping in Northern Arizona on the Mogollon Rim is an absolute joy! 

Blair Witch Tree

Paul and I have been planning this weekend for a little bit - we wanted to get away to somewhere cold. Somewhere where I didn't have phone service. Somewhere deep in the pines. We chose a favorite place of Paul's up on the Mogollon Rim where he has camped many times before. It's been well over a decade since I've been up on the Rim - I used to go up to Greer in my younger days to stay when I would go skiing at Sunrise - my favorite Arizona ski resort. But it's been a very long time. I've camped up this way before, but it's just not an area of Arizona that I've frequented over the years. 

We loaded up Lewis & Clark and her matching trailer (for sleeping - we were expecting snow) with all the things we thought we would need - and some stuff we probably didn't. On Friday afternoon as soon as Paul got off work, we packed up and left town. There was clearly a storm blowing in, but we beat all the traffic heading North into Payson, stopped for a bite to eat at Sonic in Payson while I told Paul about "historic" Payson, fueled up, hit up the casino to use the bathrooms (eww - they still allow smoking in there), and got back on the road to head out to the Rim Road.

As we headed out of town, it cooled down drastically - there was a great deal of cloud cover and the wind was blowing.  As we turned off on to the Rim Road, it was clear it was going to rain, but we still had about an hour of driving to do to get to where we wanted to be - buried so deep we wouldn't see anyone else out there the entire weekend unless we wanted to!

Bull Elk on Night One

We considered ourselves extremely lucky when we first pulled off the main Rim Road onto FR91 - shortly after pulling off, a GIANT elk bound across the road right in the path of our lights, and stopped about 30 feet into the woods and just looked at us.  We took a few pictures - although none are great - but he was majestic!  He was largest elk we would see all weekend.  Shortly after seeing this magnificent creature, we saw another run across the road far in front of us - we watched his eyes flash at us as he moved through the forest over toward Gentry Ridge.  Two large bull elks in less than 30 minutes - I knew this was a sign of a fabulous weekend!!

As we pulled into the first area we had marked for camping, we realized it was already taken - it was dark, but there was a small camper and a truck parked there.  So we left and went further into the forest and up FR91 to FR40F.  This is where we saw the "Blair Witch" tree - so named because it just looked creepy and out of place.  And because I have a penchant for calling odd things in the forest "Blair Witch" stuff.  Paul had a number of waypoints marked for possible campsites - most of them fairly close to where Sasquatch sightings have been reported.  Paul pulled us into a gorgeous campsite off FR40F, and it is pitch black out.  With all the lights on the truck, we quickly set up camp - and it starts to rain - so we decide to go ahead and jump in the camper and try to go to sleep.  I instantly fell asleep to the soft patter of the rain on the camper shell with the wind blowing through the pines.  Throughout the night the rain got harder and the wind blew louder - but the camper was cozy and warm and I slept fairly well.

Paul on our morning walk

We woke up like clockwork at 4 a.m. (that's when we get up during the week) but we both decided to snooze a bit longer.  At 7 a.m., we both woke up, jumped out of the camper to the stunning beauty of pine trees that were four or more stories tall with trunks I can't wrap my arms around - a light breeze blowing - 41 degrees outside, so it's chilly - but we finished setting up camp, and I made breakfast.  Applewood smoked, thick cut bacon and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, onions and mushrooms.  A high protein (and to be honest, high fat) breakfast to get us through the day - man, nothing smells better than bacon cooking in the woods!  We eat to our heart's content, put everything under the tarp, unhook the camper and decide to go exploring for the day.  First, we walk a long loop around our campsite - maybe a mile or so of just following random roads/trails admiring the patches of aspen trees until we get back to our campsite.  The smell of pine and wet aspen remind me of Colorado...

Bobbi in the Aspen Trees

Now last night when we pulled off the highway onto the Rim Road, the truck started making a squeaky noise.  I thought it was the camper - it sounded like an old creaky truck - but when we parked to set up camp, Paul crawled under the truck and discovered it was a ball joint.  I was worried we shouldn't be doing any bouncing around with the truck - but Paul said we would just watch it.  Once we knew what it was, it became a VERY annoying noise - I think because we both were constantly reminded that Lewis & Clark wasn't feeling her best.  Poor gal - we've put the trucks through more in the last 6 months than I think either of them have done in the last year or two - we go out almost weekly now - but the last thing Paul was wanting to do was replace a ball joint before we totally redo the suspension on her (which he isn't quite ready to do yet - Calamity Jane has LOTS of mods coming up over the next two weeks - so we are focused on her right now - not Lewis & Clark).  

Double Springs Cabin

Anyway - annoying noise continuing as we head North on FR40F, we start out to find all the cabins I had located in the general vicinity.  As we are bouncing through the forest, 4 or 5 elk cows come bounding down the side of the mountain, across the road, and down to the meadow below - it all happened too fast for me to grab the camera - but again - we felt absolutely blessed to have seen more elk!  A sign of a healthy forest and a sign of how deep into the forest we really were...

This person used nails/screws to make his mark in 1984

The first cabin we find is at Double Cabin Springs - and what a gorgeous setting.  The cabin at Double Cabin Springs (just passed Besemer Crossing) has no roof, but clearly has a long history - we spent quite a bit of time reading all the carvings in the wall, admiring the building of the structure (huge hand-hewn logs dove tailed together) and checking out the surrounding area - there is a huge fenced in area that surrounds a bog area and the spring.  We never did find the second cabin - not sure if it even exists any more.  But we bounced along on a gorgeous un-numbered route until we hit the 115 (major graded dirt road) that heads up to O'Haco Lookout Tower and Ranger Cabin.  It isn't currently being used, and is fenced off, but we walked the perimeter fence because it was absolutely gorgeous out - big fluffy clouds in the sky with bright spots of blue showing through - a slight wind - and cold enough to wear our North Face jackets!  

O'Haco Lookout Tower

We took the 115 back down to the Rim Road to head across East Leonard Canyon (which can only be crossed by vehicle in one or two places). We drove for quite a while - stopping periodically to look at the amazing view, and to witness the extreme winds on the top of the Rim!  It was awe-inspiring!

General Springs Cabin

We headed over to the well marked General Springs Cabin.  The General Springs Cabin, which is a two room cabin that you can actually enter, was build in 1918 by Louis Fisher and was used for years as a fire guard station (as were most of the cabins we saw this weekend).  The spring and cabin were named after General George Crook who used the spring while traveling the old Fort Apache-Camp Verde Military Road.  The cabin itself was used well into the 1960's, and in 1989 the Forest Service rehabilitated the cabin for our viewing pleasure.  Paul and I were enthralled with the building of the cabin itself - with the way in which they filled the spaces between the logs with splintered wood, etc.  Just like at Double Cabin Springs.  The General Springs Cabin is a well built and well preserved structure.  You can see that there was, at one time, no roof and it has been added to and preserved. This was the first time we actually physically ran in to more people - we looked around for a bit, admired the cabin, then decided to head down to see about the old Railroad Tunnel.  

Misleading sign No. 1 - my hair is covering
it, but it says the trail is .15 miles - this is after our
hike when I'm slightly irritated about the sign

So back on the Rim Road, Paul and I look at the trailhead sign, which reads "RR Tunnel Tr. No. 390 .15 Miles."  Well - we both took that to mean the Railroad Tunnel was at .15 miles down the trail.  It certainly looked like it from the GaiaGPS app!  Paul asked how I felt (I've been sick) and I told him I could handle .15 miles with no trouble at all - even if it meant scrambling up and down the Rim a bit.  So we headed out.  We didn't realize that THE TRAIL HEAD TO THE TUNNEL was .15 miles down the Colonel Devin Trail 290.  So at .15 miles down the Colonel Devin Trail, it splits.  We knew from GaiaGPS to take the left trail - and low and behold - another sign.  RR Tunnel 390 is a loop trail that is just over a mile long.  Okay - we're only going about 1/3 of the way in - I'm still game, and I wanted to see this tunnel - I mean, if they have all these signs, it must be awesome, right?  

Misleading Sign No. 2 - Colonel Devin Trail

Well, I should have done some research.  We get down trail no. 390 about 1/3 of the way, and there's yet ANOTHER sign tacked to a downed tree that has an arrow and says "Tunnel."  Now - there are other people attempting to go up this steep trail.  The trail is sand and loose duffel bag sized boulders.  So now we're scrambling up the side of the Rim.  Paul looks up, and there are people WAY up almost at the top of the Rim still hiking to the tunnel.  The people in front of us turn around.  We spoke briefly to them - they had seen pictures and knew that the trail got worse the further in we got - treacherous is the word used on a few websites - and the wind - we're in a v-shaped canyon which is funneling wind up to the Rim.  There are gusts that are almost knocking me over, and we still have quite the hike out - all up hill, some of it rock scrambling.  And the clouds are looking ominous, so we decide to turn around and start heading up.  If it rains while we're on the trail, it's going to be really bad - the rocks will be slick and the wind won't help.  It's slow going on the way out - but we made it.  The views were still worth it - although the research I've done since shows that the tunnel may not have been worth it.  

Barbed wire the tree has grown around

The tunnel itself was built by James W. Eddy in 1883, along with a powder house (which I understand is still partially standing).  I've read quite a bit about why they were trying to build this tunnel - but to be honest - it makes no sense to me.  In 1888 the company attempting to drill through the Mogollon Rim went bankrupt and they had only drilled 70 feet into the Rim.  

Back at Lewis & Clark, windblown and a bit tired, we break out the crackers and salami, and we head back along the Rim Road to FR139A to head up to Pinchot Cabin/Guard Station.  

This was a beautiful drive through the forest up towards Pinchot Springs - lots of little trails break off into the forest, but we pushed onward and up to the 95, where we had to park and walk in to the Pinchot Cabin and Pinchot Springs.  It was quite frankly the most beautiful cabin setting - a cabin on the edge of a huge meadow with a creek running nearby - it was gorgeous.  The cabin has been shuttered over and locked up, so we couldn't go inside.  The Pinchot Cabin was original part of the Houston Brothers Ranching outfit - there was another cabin built in 1919 by the forest service, but it is no longer here.  The current cabin was build in the early 1930's by John Sanders.  Paul and I poked around for a bit - it was such a lovely walk in, and such a beautiful setting - but we had another set of cabins to visit and it was getting late...so off we went.

Pinchot Cabin

Back to the Rim Road, and over to FR137, we drove North on yet another well graded dirt road (ball joint still squeaking - so we have the windows up and the radio on - listening to bluegrass as usual!).  When we get to the Buck Springs Cabins, we were surprised because there are two!  The smaller of the two cabins was built sometime before 1923, and the larger one was built in 1946.  There was another small cabin built in 1903, but it is no longer there.  These cabins are still in use today as they house the Forest Service fire crews during the summer to protect the Rim!  

The clouds are again turning dark, and it's late - we want to be back to the campsite before it gets too dark - so we head back down to the Rim and back to our campsite.  We were expecting snow tonight (as per the weather reports we are receiving on the Ham radio) so we wanted to make sure everything was covered and well protected - and I had steaks to make for dinner!

And the steaks were awesome!  I had picked up some sirloin filets from Sprouts, and I cooked them in left over bacon grease and butter - holy cow they were amazing!  I made green beans and corn sautéed in butter and Paul and I had a feast - in the dark and cold, but it was a really satisfying meal at the end of a day of exploring the Rim country and some short but strenuous hiking!  

Buck Springs Cabins with Lewis & Clark

It was cold, pitch black out, and sprinkling rain, but we weren't tired yet (it was only about 6:30), so we jumped in the truck and decided to watch a movie on the tablet we use for GPS guidance - of course Paul has scary movies - so we are watching that.  And every time he turns on the headlights, I fully expect to see Jason or Michael Myers staring at us from the trail...Ha!  

We head to bed, and wake up at 4 a.m. (as per the usual) and I'm cold - and there is snow EVERYWHERE!  So Paul and I jump into Lewis & Clark and we turn on the heat.  But it's uncomfortable and we can't sleep, so we just get warmed up, and head back into the camper with warmer clothes to try and sleep - which we do - for a few more hours.  

Snow!

But when we get up - oh my goodness - the beauty of the snow blanket in the forest is overwhelming.  Paul and I wander around taking pictures - the first snow of the season for us - and honestly, probably the first time I've been in snow for 2 or 3 years...

Camp Breakfast - Snow still on the table

We clear off the stove and the table, and I make fried egg sandwiches with sausage links which we wolf down in the truck with the heat on (it's 27 degrees outside).  I'm totally getting the hang of this camp cooking thing!  I've made three awesome meals this weekend - and I'm pretty happy with this - the last time we went camping we had awful burgers - but Paul said it wasn't my cooking that time - it was just the burgers.  But we will be getting these little steak filets again!  And bacon - everything is better in bacon grease.  Everything.  Including toasting the bagel thins.  LOL

Paul and I pack up the campsite and head out mid-morning and decide to take the "91 Loop."  No ball joint noise to be heard since then...

Icicles on the Snorkel

Well - we got off trail somewhere.  We don't even know where.  Paul kept saying "how can we be off trail when we have GPS?"  I'm saying we were "overlanding" and "exploring."  I still cannot find where we went off trail - we somehow end up on this jeep trail - which Lewis & Clark handles just fine, but again - we cannot find the trail on our GPS nor our topographical maps - all we can see is that we are following the Gentry Ridge - and are headed down to Turkey Creek.  But not on a numbered road.  And we had to stop and winch a couple big tree trunks out of the road - which was awesome for me because I've not been able to work with the winch yet (and one is going on Calamity Jane in the next week or two) - so that was fun for me.  This road had a bunch of spots where I had to get out and walk the "alternate" route - but I had a lot of fun just exploring.  I kept telling Paul it was okay as we were "generally" heading South.  

And then - two elk bound across the road - day three of elk - I don't think I've seen so many elk in the wild since the last time I was in Wyoming - where they are a common sight.  Again - we see them in the middle of absolutely nowhere.  There are no other vehicle tracks in the snow so we know we're the first folks down this unknown trail this morning...

Somewhere off trail near Turkey Creek - stunning landscapes!

Somewhere along the way, the trailer wiring comes unhooked, and breaks - so we have no trailer lights - and we are getting frustrated because the trail keeps turning East and West, but eventually we pop out onto FR115, completely covered in mud and dirt, icicles hanging from Lewis & Clark's snorkel (it's still only 28 degrees outside) - but we then head down to the Rim Road, back on to Highway 260, and head in to Payson, where we fix the trailer, visit some old historic haunts that I've told Paul about, and then head home.

It was a beautiful weekend.  It was cold - which we both really enjoyed - we had good food, Paul had good whiskey, and we had snow!  Another perfect weekend of camping!

Short Afternoon/Evening Trip up the Hassayampa

One of the Pools on the Hassayampa at the Box Canyon

Friday afternoon.  Paul gets off work around 2, and I was  already home and antsy to go do something.  We had planned a trip for Sunday afternoon after I got off work - but we decided to do it Friday instead - we wanted to work on some recovery skills for me before my Offroad Recovery course on Saturday.  So off to the Hassayampa we went!

We didn't know what we might be facing on the way up there after the turnoff onto Rincon Road.  I've been hearing about how the Hassayampa is closed due to portions of it being private, and the land owners had had enough of the trash and tearing up of the landscape.  But we went up anyway.  The usual turn into the river bed is fenced off and signed with no trespassing, private property.  However, we continued up Rincon Road and found another access point onto the BLM portion of the Hassayampa right before the Box Canyon.  So into the soft sand of the river bottom we went.  

Paul and I are both VERY familiar with the Hassayampa river bottom.  We've been up there together, and we've been up there separately - both of us have explored pretty deep back on the river - again, together and separately.  But this time, I had spent some extra time pouring over old topographical maps, etc. and found a few new places that we wanted to stop, as well as a stop by my old friend Jim Fox's house.  

We didn't expect much water in the Box Canyon because we've had such an incredibly dry summer here.  So we were surprised to find the river flowing and some deeper-than-usual pools of water.  Of course, they were nothing for the FJ - and even if they were deeper, Paul has a snorkel - his truck is a Scuba Driver!  Hahaha 

So we barreled through the pools (see the video) to head up to Jim Fox's house.

Now - Jim Fox - he was an old timer that lived in a small house up over the Hassayampa. He is also known as Hassayampa Jim.  Quite a few years ago, some folks who were trying to be kind talked Jim into moving into Wickenburg to an assisted living home.  Jim passed away there shortly after.  I used to take the quad up to visit Jim and take him VCR tapes.  He was a lovely old character, and LOVED visitors!  Unfortunately, we were unable to get to his old house as it is now on private ranch land.  I intend on reaching out to the ranch to get permission to go pay my respects to his memorial and his home.  Jim Fox was one of those people that I just loved to sit and talk to.  He reminded me of my Grandpa Jim.  

Old homestead that Paul and I visited before...

So - as we were unable to get to Jim's old house - we went up to a homestead that Paul and I had explored together back in February or so - but we had gone at night.  Today we got there before the sun went down.  I have absolutely no history on this homestead at all - but it consists of a house, an old shed, some kind of building with a ladder down to the river, an old barbeque wagon, and some other miscellaneous oddities - like what appears to be a concrete tub buried in front of the house.  This little homestead has lots of trash to explore, and leaves one wondering about the person who lived there.  

We decided to keep going up the river bottom even though the sun was going down as there were several other cabins we want to see.  Ones that neither of us knew about prior to my topographical map searching.  

The well at the second site

The next place we stopped no longer had a cabin.  But it appears one WAS there at one point.  The highlight of this stop, however, was the HUGE tree!  I'm still trying to figure out what KIND of tree this is - but the trunk was as big around as the FJ!  It was MASSIVE!  There were old cut timbers, and an old well, along with a rock wall and some concrete foundation things.  It was a beautiful little area - tucked back up and off the river bottom - got some pinstriping going back in there - but it was a new area we hadn't explored before!

At this point, it was dark and we decided not to go up to the other cabins (two we hadn't been to, and the furthest one we had both been to in the past).  So we decided to head back.  

The ride back was uneventful, but going through the pools of water in the box canyon at night was AWESOME!  Look at this beast of a truck drop down into the pools and pop right back up out of them - we're a boat!  Paul and his truck never fail to amaze me.  

After discussions on how to air down, and air up, the tires, and Paul having me do it - I felt as though I was ready for the Offroad Recovery Class the next day - and I was!!  Thanks to Paul's training, I was more than capable of handling anything they could have thrown at me.  Next up - Paul taking me out to do some actual recovery work to learn how to work the winch, etc.  Because in the next few weeks...Calamity Jane is getting a new (to her) bumper, a winch, a lift and a new (to her) roof rack.  She just got new (to her) kick out sliders installed while I was in class yesterday (again, thank you Paul).   

So keep an eye out - Calamity Jane will be beefing up here soon!

Lewis & Clark looking pretty awesome!