Dawn to Dusk Desert Delights

Desert awakening
Desert awakening

Our day began at dawn as we loaded up the truck to take the 90-mile journey into Tonto National Forest.  It looked to be a glorious day for a road trip.  Our destination was Tonto National Monument, home to the Salado ancient cliff dwellings.

Situated within rugged terrain in the northeastern part of the Sonoran Desert, Tonto National Monument tells the story of the migration of ancient peoples who called this land home and is the setting of two 700-year old cliff dwellings. Recessed into shallow caves, they overlook today what is Roosevelt Lake, but in earlier times was a verdant valley with a river flowing through it.

Roosevelt Lake seen from trail to the Lower Cliff Dwelling
Roosevelt Lake seen from trail to the Lower Cliff Dwelling

The first Tonto Basin inhabitants (between 100 and 600 AD) support evidence of some of the earliest farming communities.  The river provided fertile ground for many crops until the year 600, when all who had settled here moved on, perhaps due to adverse climate conditions that laid the land barren.  No one was to return for another 150 years.

During ancient times tribes migrated to land that was able to supply most of their meager needs.  Off and on through the 12th century a constant ebb and flow of settlers marked this land.  Periods of drought and flooding caused these huge migrations as farm crops withered or irrigation canals were washed away in the rushing waters, leaving hundreds of acres of useless farmland in their wake.

Lower Cliff Dwelling
Lower Cliff Dwelling

By the early 13th century, thousands once again called the Tonto Basin their home.  New immigrants began seeking refuge in the basin’s upper elevations, perhaps because all the prime Salt River Valley floor was occupied or maybe due to strife between tribes.  The cliff dwellings that remain have provided archeologists many clues to their lives.

The structures that stand today, the Lower and Upper Cliff Dwellings, are two of hundreds that once stood in the thriving Tonto Basin.  The skeletal remains of the rooms within tell a story of people who flourished and struggled  with the changing climates.  Dump sites have unearthed many important artifacts, along with the remains of a few, lovingly buried where they lived.

The first written record of the cliff dwellings at Tonto National Monument date back to 1880.  What the first Europeans who explored this dwelling found was a much larger, well-preserved structure than we see today.  The effects of time, weather, visitation, and vandals have taken their toll, which is why President Theodore Roosevelt intervened in 1907 and declared this site a National Monument.

The Lower Cliff Dwelling, built in 1250 AD, was occupied and maintained for ~100 years and can be viewed as a self-guided tour, a one-half mile paved walk with a 350-foot elevation gain.  At its height it housed 20 rooms.

The Upper Cliff Dwelling, also built in 1250 AD, can be seen only by guided tour. Our Park Ranger tour guide Jan has a passion for preserving this site, and gave an excellent tour.  Our small group took the 3-mile hike (round trip) into the rugged wilderness, up 600 feet, to the cave which once housed 40 rooms within its depths.

We chose the route back over the Apache Trail.  One would think, based on its length (40 miles), that this would be the shortcut, but you would be wrong. Although a part of it is now paved, many miles are rutted dirt road, but passing by some amazing scenery, and the mile-long Fish Creek Hill is not to be missed for some hair-raising fun.  Winding, steep, and narrow, if meeting a vehicle coming the other direction, someone must back up to the nearest turn-out.  This was once a stagecoach trail that ran through the Superstition Mountains, named after the Apache Indians who traveled through this harsh country.

President Theodore Roosevelt had this to say about the Apache Trail in 1911:

“The Apache Trail combines the grandeur of the Alps, the Glory of the Rockies, the magnificence of the Grand Canyon and then adds an indefinable something that none of the others have, to me, it is most awe-inspiring and most sublimely beautiful.”

We arrived back home just as Mother Nature was painting the sky the most delicate shades of coral and lavender, a delightful ending to the day.

Mother Nature's final gift at dusk
Mother Nature’s final gift at dusk

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Maiden Voyage

Today was the maiden voyage for our Sea Eagle 385FT kayak.  Yes, it has driven Terry crazy to have it sitting in our basement and not getting wet, as in out on a lake somewhere.  It has been windy for the past couple of days and today was no exception, but the decision had been made and there was no turning back. Our kayak was going into the water today!  My only hope was that we were not going in with her, as in over the side.  Even though we are in one of the warmest climates in the country right about now, the lake is something I want to enjoy from inside the kayak, not learning how to get back in once you have fallen over the side.

There are many beautiful lakes in the Phoenix area; yeah I know, it is a desert, but really.  We chose Canyon Lake as it was close by and has many coves suitable for kayakers.  Terry had already selected our boating route, the only problem being that we would need to paddle across the main body of the lake to get to the cove and we were looking at whitecaps as we looked out over the water. No matter, we are going, so we will figure that out once we get us and the kayak in the water.

Ok, I'm ready.
 All the mental checklists have been completed and we have a fully inflated kayak with all the accompanying gear (hope she holds water).  We put in, getting only our feet wet, as it should be.  Within a matter of seconds I feel a smack on the back of my head.  It seems that in his zealousness to push off he forgot that I was in the front of the kayak and whacked me in the head with the paddle!  Either that or he just wanted to be sure that I was awake and fully prepared to help us cross the white-capped lake.
After a few minutes of paddling and not getting too far in crossing the lake (and me having visions of ending up in the drink!) I suggested that perhaps we should look at other coves on this side of the lake and come out again on a calmer day to take his planned route and thankfully Terry agreed.
Paddling to get into some of the coves provided us with a good arm workout but once inside, the boating was great.  It was so peaceful and the American coot were so entertaining to watch.  Unfortunately we were not able to get close enough for a good photo as they are so elusive.
I have read that the American coot must run across the water before taking off in flight due to the shape of their wings.  Once in the air, they are great flyers.  When you see their feet, you can see just how they manage to run on water!
One cove that we paddled down became a little disconcerting for us as the reflection of the boulders and cliffs in the water took on an otherworldly nature.  We felt as if we were suspended between two worlds, not certain just where the shoreline ended and the surface of the water began.  It was quite an interesting experience.
Although we would have wished for a less windy day, we had a great time being out on the water and look forward to many more kayaking excursions.
View of the desert floor surrounding the lake
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