As is all too often the case, my timing was off.
Today, Liz and I drove out to Globe and Miami, AZ – two old mining towns that are due east of Apache Junction. Miami’s major attraction is a Walmart Supercenter and a grocery store. Globe has a hanging tree in their downtown.
My main purpose of the drive was to hopefully catch some of the desert spring flowers. The fields leading up to the mountains are blanketed with desert poppies, carpeted in bright yellows and oranges. Clusters of lupines add purple to the landscape; but we arrived too late.
We explored the downtown business districts of both Globe and Miami. They are quaint little downtowns with tons of potential. The buildings have unique architecture, and the towns are doing their best to evoke a sense of civic pride and to offer attractions for tourists. There are art galleries (none were open) and antique shops in both towns. And if you are a local, there are plenty of watering holes. Unfortunately, since this was a day trip, we had no chance to pay a visit to any.
Globe’s main attraction was a lynching tree in the middle of their down town. I have to imagine the guest of honor was very short, or they used another tree. The lynching is described as very orderly – which is good. I prefer orderly lynchings.
We stopped at Guayo’s El Rey cafe, a Mexican resaurant that is considered one of the best around the Valley. I did have a Dos Equis with my enchiladas. For a small town, the place was packed for lunch, and most of the patrons were locals. Lunch definitely made up for my disappointment at missing the spring bloom this year. There is a one week window of opportunity – hopefully next year my timing will be better.
All is not lost – the century plants (agave cactus) are getting ready to bloom, and I will be in the desert every weekend to hopefully get some good shots. And of course, in June and July the saguaro and prickly pear will be in full blossom.
The ringneck turtle doves are not community oriented. Monogamous, ringneck doves mate for life, and can live for up to thirty years.
The pair of doves that seems to have adopted me is very territorial, driving all other ringneck doves off of the property.
The male and female spend an equal amount of time haunting me when I am relaxing on the patio. They keep their distance when Liz is out and about.
These birds have been domesticated for thousands of years, and this feral pair has become more and more familiar with me. If I am on the laptop and ignoring them, the female will grow impatient and perch on the top of the screen staring at me.
I knew it would be a matter of time before I had them eating out of my hands, and yesterday it happened. She is still a tad shy, and I imagine it will be some time before I have them perching on my finger.
While they are extremely aggressive towards other ringneck doves, they will totally ignore ground doves, and don’t pay much attention to the mourning doves.
Not native to the area, these families of doves have most likely originated as descendants of domesticated escapees from California. The arid climate of the Sonoran desert seems to particularly suit them.
The Superstition Mountains are the greenest they have been in years, according to locals. The trails are awash in color, hopefully a portent of a spring bloom days away. Here is a shout-out to Gerry Moore.
I am recovering from a bought with the flu – my first in twenty years. Winter is officially over in the desert – temperatures in the 90’s forcing me out of the house and into the fresh air. Read more
We did the Renaissance Festival today. It is one of the high points of our year, an annual excursion. As always, we grabbed a cold beer before heading to the Falconer’s Field to enjoy Tartanic – otherwise known as “Men Without Pants”.
After that we relaxed at Pan’s Oasis – the show was a lot less creepy than it has been in previous years. The Washing Wenches followed with an extremely bawdy and NSFW show. Read more
Sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug…
I have been the bug for too long now. Every time I see some blue sky looming up ahead – smack! – into that curved sheet of tempered glass.
I have been driving on borrowed time for years – replacing shitty beat up tires with shitty beat up tires with a little more tread and a little less dry rot.
My federal income tax refund this year bought me four brand new tires for the truck. Hell, with that money I was a spendthrift, and also bought myself three new pairs of jeans and two pairs of shoes.
On my way to work the other night, on the Loop 202, I noticed the truck was handling a bit funny – and not in the haha sense. As I pulled into the parking lot at work, the tire released all of its pent up pressure!
I have been driving on shitty duel Yuls (get it? Yul Brenner? Bald? haha!) for three years without incident. Two weeks with new tread and I run over a screw that punctured the new tire but good.
Fortunately I did something I rarely do – I purchased the road hazard replacement guarantee for the tires. The cost was $10 per – or $40 for the set. I don’t buy those warranties because the cost of a tire repair is $15, and unless you are expecting to get four punctured tires in the next few years, you lose and the tire company wins.
For some reason I opted for the warranty rather than a fourth pair of jeans. Today I got a flat tire replaced for free.The warranty was extended to the new tire. Perhaps it is because St Patty’s day is around the corner – shall we call it the luck of the Irish?
Yesterday, Liz, Mike and I attended the 51st annual Lost Dutchman Days festival. The event has been around longer than Apache Junction has been incorporated -AJ was incorporated as a city in 1978.
AJ has a population of around 34,000, and amasses 34 square miles. The population grows three-fold from October through May when the snowbirds migrate from colder climates.
Apache Junction has no city property tax. While taxes are levied for the board of education and fire district, as well as Pinal County, the city is funded by sales tax. This consumption-based tax system is the fairest, in my humble opinion. Those that have, pay. Those that do not have, are not forced to spend what little they have. Read more
The Lost Goldmine Trail is a ridiculously easy hike, much more the surprising that we did not encounter more hikers on the trail. I suppose the majority hit the Peralta Trail, just a mile beyond.
We wanted a quiet hike with a change of scenery. We are on the opposite side of the Superstition Mountain than usual. The Lost Goldmine Trail takes you across the base of the mountain to the Hieroglyphic Trail if you opt for the entire 8-mile hike. It is a one way trail, so you had better prepare in advance to have a vehicle waiting at the end, or reverse course. We had plans for the afternoon, so opted to hike a mile and half in, then return along the same course.
The History Channel has outdone itself, if you count hyperbole and sensationalism. The video is episode one of Legend of the Superstition Mountains. Watch it, it is interesting, if not factual or accurate.
The so-called documentary meets all of the criteria for “reality television” in that it is based loosely on history, and even more loosely on historical fact. Read more
We took a short hike this weekend. It was less than 2 1/2 miles, an hour and a half. After several 8-mile hikes, this one seemed rather short.
We decided to revisit the abandoned corral, and then hit the Second Water trail, follow the First Water Creek to Great Enchantment Trail and back to the trailhead. Read more
We didn’t hike this past week. Liz had a busy week at work and needed to use Saturday to do some necessary procurement of edibles. And with the frequent recent precipitation, our back yard was in dire need of tending. This week I promise I will get out to the mountains.
The recent rains have certainly replenished the spring beds and washes; and speaking of spring – the desert will be in bloom in the coming weeks.
It is free dump week in AJ, so I made a run yesterday afternoon. Take advantage while you can! The local landfill has a free dump week once every quarter.
With the warm weather, I spend most of my free time on the patio. A pair of Ringed-neck Turtle Doves has adopted me, visiting me daily. With each visit they get bolder, encouraged I am sure by the handouts – I feed them kibbles of dog food.
At first they sat on the wall, watching me, and waiting for dinner. One day I wasn’t paying attention, and the male flew under tha patio and hovered to catch my attention. Now, he just flies up to the table next to my chair, and stares me down until I provide some chow. I think it will only be a matter of time before I have him eating from my hand.
As you can see, my life has been less than exciting the past few weeks. Sometimes that is a good thing.