Author: danleeth

As we near the end of our Organ Pipe stay, we had just three park trails left to hike.  The longest was the three-mile Senita Basin loop.  A nice, graded road leads to the trailhead. 

“We’ll drive out, hike the loop and motor back to the trailer for lunch,” I suggested to my lovely wife.

“No!” she insisted.  “I want to hike from here.”

A series of trails connect the campground with the Senita Basin loop.  The first two miles follows the trail to the Victoria Mine, a trail that goes down, across and up no fewer than 987 washes and arroyos.  A 1½-mile connector trail goes from there to the three-mile-long Senita Basin loop.  From the trailer, we’d be doing a nice 10-mile out-and-back hike. 

No problem, except it was 10:00 a.m. in the morning and the high temperature for the area was predicted to exceed 95 degrees by midday.  And my wife claims to hate heat.

So, after a lengthy discussion, we compromised and did it her way.  We filled water bottles, hoisted packs and took off into the unforgiving desert smack dab in the heat of the day.  Nary a breeze ruffled the leaves of the desert plants.  Even the sun-loving lizards sat in the shade, looking at us in baffled wonderment.  Turkey vultures circled ominously overhead. 

Other than a handful of people we met on the Victoria Mine trail in the morning, we had the desert to ourselves.  We walked along, admiring the beauty of hedgehog cactus and ocotillo in bloom.  Stopping in the shade, we were serenaded by a handful of unseen songbirds.  It was a beautiful time to be in the desert.

On the return, my heat-hating wife took the lead, sprinting up and down the washes and arroyos.  Ahh, to be young again.

Back at the trailer, it was 108 inside.  We stripped off our boots and retreated to the shady edge of our campsite.  That first beer tasted so good, I had another.  Showers followed.

Our two-week stay at this border-hugging national monument has come to a close.  We’ve driven the drivable roads and hiked nearly all of the formal trails.  It’s time to move on to Apache Junction and the Superstition Mountains where we will meet friends and continue our search for the elusive Lost Dutchman Mine.

On our first full day at Lost Dutchman State Park, we and our camping buddies from Colorado began our search for the lost mine of Jacob Waltz, the Dutchman.  We figured ol’ Jake would have dug his mine along a trail named for him, so we began our search with a hike down Jacob’s Crosscut Trail.

Beginning off the park’s Siphon Draw trail, the Crosscut Trail parallels the face of Superstition Mountain for about five miles.  The trail is relatively level and the views are stupendous with a shag carpet of brittlebush in bloom. 

Finding no veins of gold, our friends turned around at the 3½-mile point.  Dianne and I continued another 1½ miles to where the trail ends at some homes on Broadway Lane. 

These domiciles, I suspect, cost far more than the value of all of the gold the Dutchman dug from the ground.

Here we met the Lost Mine Trail, which no doubt goes directly to Jake’s lost diggings.  It’s hard to believe the mine is still lost if there’s a trail going straight to it. 

Unfortunately, we didn’t have time today to hike up and recover any of that lost gold, so we turned around and headed back to our campsite. Today’s golden treasure will come in cans.

We’ve been here over a week now, and we still have not found the famous Lost Dutchman Mine.  Instead of striking gold, we’ve found lots of striking reptiles.

On Saturday, we searched for the Dutchman’s lost treasure on the Treasure Loop Trail in Lost Dutchman State Park.  Instead of gold, we met a fellow hiker who told us there was an obstinate buzz-worm on the trail ahead.  The thing refused to move, even though they were throwing rocks at it.  We wisely took another route.

On Sunday, one of the campground wallys scraped up the remains of a buzz-worm that had been run over on the pavement.  The little buzzers like to warm themselves on the pavement at night, which as this one found out, can be detrimental to a snake’s health.

Monday, I took a short battery-charging drive in the Titan.  When I got back to camp, I found a small buzz-worm squished on our campsite drive.  I must have backed over it when I departed the campsite.  I’ll look more carefully next time I walk up to the truck.

That night, we attended the Picture Perfect Wine Tasting in the park.  It featured good food, ample quantities of wine that didn’t come straight from a three-liter box and raffles that we didn’t win.  Walking back to our camp, we were sure to carry a flashlight and look for slithering reptiles warming themselves on the pavement.

On Tuesday, we did a pleasant 9½-mile search for the missing mine from the First Water Trailhead.  The ranger there didn’t give us any clues as to the mine’s whereabouts, but he did warn us to be on the lookout for buzzers. 

“They’re hungry, horny and aggressive,” he advised.  “Don’t go walking through the grass.”

We only found one, maybe a 2½-footer, and it was slowly slithering off the trail looking for some shade.  I don’t know if this guy was another d-back  or one of the more toxic green mojaves.  It may have been hungry or horny, but it sure wasn’t aggressive.

They say the Dutchman was a beer drinker, so on Wednesday, we headed into town for a few research brews (and pizza) at my favorite Apache Junction bar – Fry’s grocery store.  I sure wish Kroger would build one of these super stores with an in-market bar somewhere in Grand Junction.  It gives us guys something to do while our wives are maxing out the MasterCard on food purchases.

Today’s mine search was a short 5½-mile romp past an old windmill and corral.

From there, we continued up First Water Creek to Hackberry Springs.  Most of the route followed the creek bed, which featured inviting pools of water along the way.

Around midway to the spring, we ran into a small diamondback right on the path.  It was coiled with its head up, but it rudely didn’t offer a welcoming buzz.

Our return to the First Water Trailhead took us through Garden Valley – one of my wife’s favorite spots in the area.  When we were last here, the place was truly a garden, and Dianne was eager to show it to our hiking buddies. 

Unfortunately, a series of wildfires sparked by lightning and/or Jewish space lasers changed the looks of the place. 

Our friends may not have been treated to a delightful garden, but at least they’ll get to say they met an Arizona buzz-worm.

Apparently, my mother-in-law doesn’t like snakes.

“Why don’t you post pictures of pretty desert flowers instead?” she asked my lovely wife.

Well, it hasn’t been a good flower year down here, but here are shots of a few pretty desert flowers we’ve passed by on our elusive search for the Dutchman’s lost gold mine.

Our search for the Dutchman’s lost mine continues. 

We figured our hunt for this lost ledge of gold might go better with a map, so we stopped down at the Superstition Mountain Museum on Friday to see what was available.  This one, would probably work as well as any.

That night, all six members of our search party attended the Old Time Rock ‘N’ Roll show at Barleens Dinner Theater in Apache Junction.  A fun evening of golden oldies might be as close as we’ll get to the precious metal on this trip.

The next day, we all went our separate ways in search of the lost mine.  Thinking that the Dutchman might have left a clue in the rocks, Dianne and I chose to explore the petroglyphs surrounding the springs off the Hieroglyphic Trail. 

We were amazed that in a location this popular, the ancient petroglyphs were little marred by modern-day graffiti.  As far as we could see, the Dutchman etched no clues to his mine’s location here.

On Sunday morning, we headed up the Apache Trail to Tortilla Flat, which once served as a stagecoach stop back when the Roosevelt Dam was being built in the early 1900s. Fortunately, new restrooms have been built since then.

These days, it’s a popular tourist trap that serves great food.  Not one member of our search party finished his or her breakfast.

Monday morning, we hiked up Peralta Canyon, named for the Mexican family who supposedly once mined gold in this area.

We stopped atop Fremont Saddle. Below us stood Weaver’s Needle, long a center of attention for Dutch hunters.

In East Boulder Creek Canyon below the Needle, well-armed, rival groups led by Celeste Jones and Ed Piper both searched for the Dutchman’s, Peralta’s or Jesuit’s lost gold.  Fortunately, we did not have to fight any of our fellow hikers over the golden views.

It’s Tuesday morning, and our two-week stay at Lost Dutchman State Park is rolling to a close.  Today is pack-up and drain the tanks day.  Tomorrow, we hitch up and tow our home back to Colorado where the weather reports say it’s currently snowing.

Our ongoing search for the Dutchman’s Lost Mine will continue with a return trip sometime in the future.  After all, that mine has to be around here somewhere, and we intend to find it.