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I grew up in Arizona and when I was
in my young manhood I did many things in this arid-zone. Most
of my activity was outside and in the desert and surrounding
mountains. The temperatures would sometimes sore to 115 degrees
in the summer and the nights were cold. My exploration, and scouting
of the local terrain around the Phoenix, Scottsdale, Tempe, and
Mesa area's was way before the urban sprawl. The west was barely
settled in those days. I had a friend who would usually be with
me, it was the buddy system in case we ever got hurt, the other
could go for help. There are many mountains streams and gullies
that we explored. We climbed to the very top of all the surrounding
mountain ranges such as Camelback and South mountain, the Papagos,
and others.
Camel back mountainsWe hiked the Apache trail and superstition
mountains and dove from cliffs into the green and blue waters
of Canyon Lake in the squaw peak range. We would sometimes carry
a canteen but usually we could go all day with little water.
superstition mountains
Apache trail & Canyon lake
A lot of times we would go barefoot
and the bottoms of our feet were like leather. Other times we
would wear moccasins or your early sneaker, which was a lot different
then the Nike's of today. The landscape and lay of the land were
awe inspiring. There was every kind of plant life from the regional
saguaro cactus, jumping cactus, prickly pear, and Mescal plant
to wild blooming flowers and sage. We would track coyotes to
the caves in the Papagos, look under rocks for lizards, and scorpions.
But we were always keeping an eye out
for snakes of which we saw many. There were coral and rattlesnakes
as well as Gila monsters. We would find many arrow heads and
pieces of pottery from our ancestors and walk through the ruins
of the Hohokam. There were many flying creatures like the Hawk,
Crow and Vulture, and I enjoyed seeing a roadrunner dart across
the landscape. In those days the canal system was criss-crossing
the land for irrigation and often times we would catch craw fish
and catfish with our hands. We would have a friend drive us out
in his old pickup and drop us off miles outside of town by the
Verde river, then we would take old car inner tubes and float
for miles through the rapids until we were back in town
Our family had an Indian pony named
Cotton that I rode bareback without a saddle. Cotton always knew
how to get home with or without us. Sometimes without us. In
all that time I was never injured seriously, or bitten by a snake
or scorpion. We were taught to respect the natural order of things.
We always carried a knife and that was all. I think the only
time that I got hurt was when I fell in a bed of jumping cactus.
This was very painful and the thorns had to be pulled from my
body with pliers. But like I say these incidents where rare.
If you go to these areas today you will find overpopulation,
urban sprawl, golf courses, and fancy hotels and resorts. People
go hiking and have to take a whole variety of things with them
that they don't really need. We were raised next to the land
and became one with it. There was always a shade tree we could
find or a stream we could wash in. If you wanted water you could
cut off a piece of cactus and suck on it, or drink from a stream.
Our exploration often would take us to northern parts of the
state like Flagstaff and Prescott. This would usually happen
when my Dad got a spur of the moment idea, and would throw us
all in the car and take off. I look back on those times with
fond memories. The world has gotten complicated, and crazy. Those
were simple fun times that I cherish in my memory. They are a
part of me, the tough as nails, warrior, desert rat part. Sometimes
I draw on that part of me to survive the trials we must all go
through. Nature has become foreign to many but the spirit of
the land, the mountains and deserts have a power of their own.
It has Spirits that can be our allies and guides. Just ask any
Apache and he will tell you.
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I grew up in Arizona and when I was in my young manhood I did many things in this arid-zone. Most of my activity was outside and in the desert and surrounding mountains. The temperatures would sometimes sore to 115 degrees in the summer and the nights were cold. My exploration, and scouting of the local terrain around the Phoenix, Scottsdale, Tempe, and Mesa area's was way before the urban sprawl. The west was barely settled in those days. I had a friend who would usually be with me, it was the buddy system in case we ever got hurt, the other could go for help. There are many mountains streams and gullies that we explored. We climbed to the very top of all the surrounding mountain ranges such as Camelback and South mountain, the Papagos, and others. Camel back mountains We hiked the Apache trail and superstition
mountains and dove from cliffs into the green and blue waters
of Canyon Lake in the squaw peak range. We would sometimes carry
a canteen but usually we could go all day with little water. A lot of times we would go barefoot and the bottoms of our feet were like leather. Other times we would wear moccasins or your early sneaker, which was a lot different then the Nike's of today. The landscape and lay of the land were awe inspiring. There was every kind of plant life from the regional saguaro cactus, jumping cactus, prickly pear, and Mescal plant to wild blooming flowers and sage. We would track coyotes to the caves in the Papagos, look under rocks for lizards, and scorpions. But we were always keeping an eye out for snakes of which we saw many. There were coral and rattlesnakes as well as Gila monsters. We would find many arrow heads and pieces of pottery from our ancestors and walk through the ruins of the Hohokam. There were many flying creatures like the Hawk, Crow and Vulture, and I enjoyed seeing a roadrunner dart across the landscape. In those days the canal system was criss-crossing the land for irrigation and often times we would catch craw fish and catfish with our hands. We would have a friend drive us out in his old pickup and drop us off miles outside of town by the Verde river, then we would take old car inner tubes and float for miles through the rapids until we were back in town Our family had an Indian pony named Cotton that I rode bareback without a saddle. Cotton always knew how to get home with or without us. Sometimes without us. In all that time I was never injured seriously, or bitten by a snake or scorpion. We were taught to respect the natural order of things. We always carried a knife and that was all. I think the only time that I got hurt was when I fell in a bed of jumping cactus. This was very painful and the thorns had to be pulled from my body with pliers. But like I say these incidents where rare. If you go to these areas today you will find overpopulation, urban sprawl, golf courses, and fancy hotels and resorts. People go hiking and have to take a whole variety of things with them that they don't really need. We were raised next to the land and became one with it. There was always a shade tree we could find or a stream we could wash in. If you wanted water you could cut off a piece of cactus and suck on it, or drink from a stream. Our exploration often would take us to northern parts of the state like Flagstaff and Prescott. This would usually happen when my Dad got a spur of the moment idea, and would throw us all in the car and take off. I look back on those times with fond memories. The world has gotten complicated, and crazy. Those were simple fun times that I cherish in my memory. They are a part of me, the tough as nails, warrior, desert rat part. Sometimes I draw on that part of me to survive the trials we must all go through. Nature has become foreign to many but the spirit of the land, the mountains and deserts have a power of their own. It has Spirits that can be our allies and guides. Just ask any Apache and he will tell you. |
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