The Lost Dutchman Days Parade is a big event in Apache Junction. It kicks off a day of festivities.
The parade this year was bittersweet. I lost my best friend. I lost a nephew – he wasn’t really my nephew, but he called me Uncle Carl. Mike Henderson was Liz’s nephew. He was the reason we are in Arizona. Continue reading »
It has been a busy week. Next month should prove to be more busy.
This past Tuesday Liz and I met up with two old friends from Millville, NJ – Rob and Christine Fini. I met Rob at the New Jersey Motorsports Park when we both volunteered on the Green Flag Committee. Continue reading »
Before the Civil War, more than six decades before Arizona was a state, legend has it that Apache warriors ambushed members of the Peralta family as they were transporting gold from their mine in the Superstitions back to Mexico.
There is little evidence that such a gold mine existed. However, in , two gold hunters found a cache of gold. Also, Jacob Waltz is known to have discovered gold. Whether he found a cache of hidden gold or actually discovered a mine is open to speculation and argument. Continue reading »
Yesterday, Liz and I attended the 33rd Annual Roy Track Pow Wow in Mesa. The Pow Wow is an inter-tribal get-together. The main attraction is the gourd dancing and drum circle.
I have no photographs, as this event is a tribal affair. The dances are sacred ritual. Some tribes allow photographs and video, others do not. To be respectful, I only took pics of friends and the arts and crafts tents. Continue reading »
The Apache Crown Dancers at the Apache Jii Festival in Globe, Arizona.
Globe is a mining town. Founded in 1875 after silver was discovered on the adjacent San Carlos Indian Reservation, it was home to the Old Dominion Copper mining company. Old Dominion closed its doors in 1931, and mining operations moved to nearby Miami. Continue reading »
Have you ever stepped in shit? I mean, stepped in shit in a good way? Stepped in a steaming pile of feel-good shit? Yeah, I will get to the politics in a moment, but I first have to talk about shit. Not the Cheech and Chong kind of goood shit. Just general, “My life has improved 100%” good shit. Continue reading »
This weekend we went tubing on the Salt River. The Yavapai Nation call the river Hakanyacha. It is almost 200 miles long, flowing east to west. The Salt River forms the boundary between the Fort Apache Indian Reservation and the San Carlos Apache Reservation. Continue reading »
When I looked out my back door this morning, I knew I could waste no time in driving out to Idaho Rd and Lost Dutchman. This intersection offers one of the best unimpeded views of the Superstition Mountain.
Monsoon begins late June, early July and lasts until late September. The worst of it, or best depending on your point of view, is August when floodwaters wash away roads and people’s yards. Continue reading »