OH DEAR…WE MOVED AGAIN TODAY

NEW DIGS TODAY
We barely had a scratch of water left in our fresh water tank, propane level was down to a quarter & our black tank was about full up this morning so it was time to attend to some domestic chores. Rolled the rig across the desert floor to the highway & turned right heading to North Ranch. Sure glad we renewed our ESCAPEE CLUB membership because it came in very handy this morning. Dumped the tanks, took on water, filled up the propane tank & aired up all the rig’s tires in one stop. The Escapee Club has a real nice Park here.  And thanks to blog reader TOM who recognized our rig in the Park & came over to say Hello:))   (pics)

 
YEP, THEY GOT A LOT OF NICE PLACES HERE AT NORTH RANCH

The site we have been staying at since arriving in the area just over a week ago is nice but we had spotted a nicer spot about a quarter mile away last week & on our morning walks we always admired the view from that site. Figured this morning was a good time to move to that site after coming back from North Ranch. I was a bit concerned about getting across a wash with the rig but we rolled right through it with no problems. Picked up some more really nice fancy desert pin striping on the way by well known desert artist, El Scratchy Mesquite Tree:))

Another reason for moving was to put a little distance between ourselves and the cows. Not that we don’t like cows but little Motor just would not stop gobbling down cow poop. Every time she went out it was like a desert Smorgasbord for her around the rig. Also, with the week-end coming up we knew the Weekend Warriors would be back with their ATV’s. The spot we are in now overlooks a shallow valley in what I would call a Mesquite Savannah. There are many trees here averaging maybe 12 feet tall. Best part about it is, there isn’t a soul around. Just the wind & the birds in a big old Palo Verde Tree right beside us. We can see for miles & miles & miles.

REMINDS ME OF AN AFRICAN SERENGETI PLAIN…I KEEP WATCHING FOR GIRAFFE & ELEPHANT HERDS TO MEANDER BY
No fire pit here so that was priority & meant a rock & firewood scrounging expedition. A campsite clean up was in order so I raked up the usual broken glass & shotgun shells. Seems a lot of guys just have no interest in the environment & lack the willingness or care to pick up after themselves most times!!  I think Arizona needs to pull up their socks & get a handle on their anti-littering programs.  As much as we love it here in Arizona…..it sure needs a darn good cleaning up!!!!

The County Park I referred to in Wickenburg yesterday is also known as the Rodeo Campground because it is located right across the road from the Rodeo grounds.  It’s official name is, Constellation Park.

Had a couple of questions as to the location of the campground so here is what the Escapee’s ‘Days End’ book says as of 2009. (and I added some too)…….'Constellation Park, 35 sites, some with grills & some with fire rings & some with both.  $5 & a 7 day limit.  From Northwest on US 60 south of downtown traffic light just past McDonalds make a left turn north on El Recreo Drive.  Go 0.9 miles and the Park is on your left….Coming from the south on US 60 go past the second Shell station & past Tastee Freez, turn right on El Recreo Drive before McDonald’s.  After turning left into the Park through the tall wooden posts there is a large parking area.  If your towing a toad, I suggest you unhook & take a drive around to choose a spot.  Sites are small to extremely large.  Again, it’s a little hilly, a little curvy, & a little dusty.  Great view of Wickenburg:))       
       
I was kindly reminded by a reader this morning of something I posted last March after we arrived home in Canada.  Reader Jim A wrote……“Hi Al, I Saw recently that you had mentioned that in one month you may be on your way home, so I thought I would remind you of what you said last year (this is for your own good” :) )  “If we even remotely think of, or I write something about coming home before April 15th next year I want someone out there to seek us out, hunt us down & come give me a darn good swift kick in the ass!!!!  And yes, I know I used the 'A' word!!"  Problem this year is that I have an important medical appointment scheduled for April 10th.  Oh yuck:((

Had a comment about that big green rock frog in Wednesday’s post.  Far as I know it is a big rock that someone has painted.  It sits along highway 89 just north of Congress & Kelly mentioned this morning we should try hiking out to it so we just might do that.
  
Today we welcome YEE LING WONG as our latest Blog Follower.  Nice to have you along Yee Ling & thanks for being a reader:))

THE HOUSE WE HAVE BEEN LOOKING AT IS LOCATED ABOUT THE MIDDLE OF THAT LINE OF HOUSES…DATE CREEK MOUNTAINS BEHIND
About dusk tonight I was surprised at what I saw when opening our side door.  There, about 30 feet away were 6 young cows all standing motionless staring at me.  I felt like an Alien stepping out of a huge white spaceship that had just landed on the outskirts of Cowville.  Pheebs was out the door in a flash to greet her old Pals.  Had they come all the way down from their water trough just to see the Pheebs.  Hadn’t seen any cow paths or fresh evidence of cows in this area so needless to say I was surprised to see them here.  Of course the Motor will be delighted in the morning to see her never ending Cow Poop Smorgasboard supply has graciously followed us to our new spot.

 

GROANER’S CORNER:(( Three elderly ladies were discussing the trials of getting older. One said, "Sometimes I catch myself with a jar of mayonnaise in my hand in front of the refrigerator and can't remember whether I need to put it away, or start making a sandwich." The second lady chimed in, "Yes, sometimes I find myself on the landing of the stairs and can't remember whether I was on my way up or on my way down. " The third one responded, "Well, I'm glad I don't have that problem; knock on wood," she raps her knuckles on the table, then says, "That must be the door, I'll get it."
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CRESTED SAGUAROS & THE GROWING GHOST TOWN OF STANTON ARIZONA

AT THE BASE OF THE WEAVER MOUNTAINS

Chilly night & I think we bottomed out around 33F.  Bit of a breeze & a thin cloud cover had us bundled up on our morning walk.  By 11 we were almost in shirtsleeves again.

PHEEBS & MOTOR HAVING A FEW WORDS ABOUT THE OLD BONE PHEEBS HAS BETWEEN HER PAWS

Bev & Jim over at NORTH RANCH had told us about an area with crested Saguaros near the foot of the Weaver Mountains near the old mining town of Stanton.  This morning, with the Pheebs, we set off to find us those Crested Saguaros.

Headed north up highway 89 & hung a right turn into the desert not long after we spotted the big green rock frog. 

Followed that dusty desert road to a Real Estate sign & cranked a left turn onto a rocky trail.  Passed the homeless guy living in his Mustang just like Bev & Jim said, & tumbled our way up the rocky road passing between a fifth wheel on the right & a travel trailer on the left.  By the looks of the equipment scattered around these rigs we figured they were definitely prospectors. 

WE DROVE UP THAT ROAD BETWEEN THOSE 2 PROSPECTOR GUYS

As we have been learning, & were about to learn, ‘thars gold in them thar hills.’   We bumped & crawled our way upwards until our slow progress was stopped by a locked gate across the road.  On this gate were a bunch of ‘No  Trespassing’ & ‘Private Property’ signs.  From here it was boots on the ground.

  

Hadn’t spotted any Crested Saguaros yet but we had spotted some old mine shafts & a couple pieces of discarded mining equipment.  One mineshaft looked accessible so off we headed to see what we could see.  Never know when some old 49’er miner might have dropped a few gold nuggets out of his poke.

 

Came across some old stone ruins of what was probably once a miners humble abode.  A few old pieces of weathered wood & lots of old rusty food cans from days gone by littered the area.  Kelly & I both find these kinds of authentic ruins at original locations far more interesting than the Hollywood ghost towns found in tourist areas.  Standing on the very same ground where history occurred, amidst the ruins of buildings constructed by pioneer hands over a hundred years ago just seems to have more meaning than Museum artifacts.

  

All three mines we came across were open pit straight down holes.  One was maybe a 40 foot straight drop to the bottom while another one was maybe a hundred feet but navigable by foot.  No, we did not navigate it.  Just boggles my mind how these rock hardened men must have toiled day after day in sun drenched weather hot enough to fry an egg on your forehead.

 

SOME MINE SHAFTS GO STRAIGHT IN & OTHERS ARE DEEP HOLES IN THE GROUND

We have remarked several times lately how great it is having that orange flag flying atop our Jeep at the back.  So easy for us to spot among the rocks, cactus, & Mesquite.  The Jeep itself is the color of most surrounding rocks & hard to see.  And of course there is the mandatory broken glass which is on the ground everywhere humans are or have been.

THE ESCAPEE CLUB’S NORTH RANCH AS SEEN THROUGH A 300mm LENS FROM THE BASE OF THE WEAVER MOUNTAINS

NOTICE THE WHITE DOT ABOVE THE CACTUS ON THE LEFT…I THINK THAT IS OUR RIG…NORTH RANCH ON THE RIGHT

Turned the Jeep around, pointed the nose downhill & immediately spotted our first Crested Saguaro off in the distance.  Another rock strewn road angling off to the right took us around into a shallow flat area where we spotted another large Crested Saguaro right in front of us.  Nice:))

 

  

  

 

Altogether, I think we spotted maybe half dozen in total before bouncing our way out to the main dusty road past the homeless guy living in his car.  This time he, or at least his long gray beard, was sitting outside in a chair & gave us a big grizzled Howdy wave.  We Howdied him one right back.  Folks are friendly down here in these Arizony parts.

 

Sign pointed up the road saying STANTON so that’s where we headed.  Figured there would be more ruins scattered about from the old mining town of Stanton itself.  Well, what a surprise when we rounded a curve, crested a hill & began to see buildings & RV’s.  This old ghost town had been closed to the public for years but methinks there is a Phoenix slowly beginning to arise from the old mining ashes here.

  

OUR FIRST GLIMPSE OF STANTON

Turns out Stanton is still a very active gold mining center.  A mere shadow of itself from it’s golden heyday but there is a whole community of folks out there working mining climbs.  And, there is a full blown RV Park complete with some of the old towns original buildings still in working condition.  We drove down a couple lines of RV’s & noticed a lot of prospecting type tools & equipment around many of the units.  Plastic pails seem to be the new mining norm.  We didn’t talk to anyone there but did see signs selling mining claims.  I’m assuming these folks have bought mining claims in the area, bought themselves an RV & hauled it up there to spend time working their claims.

         

This RV Park was complete with a dump station, clubhouse & several other buildings refurbished from the original town.  We also deduced from the ongoing construction that these folks are indeed finding gold in the mountains.  Instead of the usual old mining town deteriorating into ruin, this community appears to be on the upswing.  Some graded landscaping, decorative fencing, cleared areas & a couple colorful adobe buildings on the go.  Going to give Beverly Hills California a run for it’s money I’d say.  Wouldn’t be surprised to see stately Palm Trees popping up here & there some day.  Yep, thar’s gold in them thar hills alright:))

 

Had an appointment with a Real Estate agent at two so we had to slip back to the rig & drop off the Pheebs.  A couple Tuna sandwiches later & we were back over to the house for sale on Ghost Town Road.  Surprisingly, the Agent was right on time.

THE REAL ESTATE AGENT DOUBLE CHECKS THE PROPERTY LINE…..OH OH, BIG PROBLEM!!

Well, what can I say about this house.  Oh boy, it certainly would be a challenge & of course there is a serious fly in the ointment regarding the property lines.  Unless that property line issue was resolved in our favor we have no further interest in the deal.  The agent is going to work on that & see what he can find out & do.  This property is in foreclosure & the Agent said Fannie Mae & Freddy Mac want to get it off their books.  If he can come back with an offer we can’t refuse we will probably reconsider our options & make a decision.  This place is not exactly a Palace Alice but it does have potential.

  

Had a comment question from Speedy over at SOMEWHERE IN TIME about our gas powered rig in the mountains.  We have a Workhorse Chassis with a Chevy Vortec 8.1 V8 engine coupled with an Allison transmission (not that I know what any of that means) that has done a good job for us navigating through the Sky Islands so far.  But, I have to tell you…..those big 40 foot diesel bangers do go by us uphill like we’re standing still sometimes.  On the downhill side of the mountains it’s just a matter of staying off the brakes as much as possible & downshifting the transmission to let the rig drive us down the mountain & not roll us down the mountain upside down.

SAW THIS CACTUS IN BLOOM NEAR ONE OF THE MINESHAFTS 

GROANER’S CORNER:))  A woman is driving home in
Northern Arizona when she
comes upon a Navajo woman hitchhiking.
Because the trip has been long and quiet,
she stops the car and the Navajo woman
climbs in.
During their small talk, the Navajo
woman glances surreptitiously
at a brown bag on the front seat
between them. "If you're wondering
what's in the bag," offers the woman,
"it's a bottle of wine. I got it for my husband."
The Navajo woman is silent for a while,
nods several times and says, "Good Trade!"

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