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View attachment 11097It was unbelievable to me that the place was still empty. A gem this close to a major city just doesn’t exist. On the third time through I wondered, later, if it had anything to do with the 110 temps. The right time of day, a good air conditioning system, plenty of water and a big hat would surely make this trip tolerable. Based in Denver but transferred from the western slope of Colorado to Phoenix, was I too naive to think that there should be more people around? For that matter- any people? After all, coming from Colorado, there is no bad weather only bad clothing.
No sooner than I was told that I was heading to Phoenix that I started to pour over maps of Arizona. As I drew a continuingly larger and larger circle around Phoenix, the quick and easy was the Sonoran Desert National Monument. Created as part of a whirl wind of presidential proclamations in 1999 by an out going Clinton administration, the monument looked close enough, big enough, with enough back roads and history to make it interesting. Over a couple of weekends I could cover a large part of the north half- or so I thought. On the BLM map the monument didn’t look that big. The monument has no Visitor Center and a check on Google didn’t turn up a lot of information; not even a downloadable PDF map- strange. Afterward I surfed Expo’s forum for any information and was skunked there also. That’s when I started to get excited; no real information and an incomplete map, perfect.View attachment 11098View attachment 11099
On the first go-through, I started out on the south side of Phoenix in the Ahwatukee foothills- my new home. My first destination was to find the “Pipeline Road” that defined the northern boundary of the monument. According to the Arizona Gazetteer there was to be a few spur roads heading south into the monument from the Pipeline. The straightest route to the nearest access point was to drive a back road through the Gila River Indian Reservation. I found out later that, no you don’t want to do that; worse of all getting caught; really nice drive though. The rising sun washed Montezuma’s Head, on the south side of the Sierra Estrella Mountain Range, in brilliant yellow light. However, the sun didn’t illuminate the road block near the south end, less than a ¼ mile from the asphalt. After having driven for 35 miles, I backed up a little ways and then picked my way through a reservation trash dump to get out. This was not my idea of what I would find while out looking for America.
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No sooner than I was told that I was heading to Phoenix that I started to pour over maps of Arizona. As I drew a continuingly larger and larger circle around Phoenix, the quick and easy was the Sonoran Desert National Monument. Created as part of a whirl wind of presidential proclamations in 1999 by an out going Clinton administration, the monument looked close enough, big enough, with enough back roads and history to make it interesting. Over a couple of weekends I could cover a large part of the north half- or so I thought. On the BLM map the monument didn’t look that big. The monument has no Visitor Center and a check on Google didn’t turn up a lot of information; not even a downloadable PDF map- strange. Afterward I surfed Expo’s forum for any information and was skunked there also. That’s when I started to get excited; no real information and an incomplete map, perfect.View attachment 11098View attachment 11099
On the first go-through, I started out on the south side of Phoenix in the Ahwatukee foothills- my new home. My first destination was to find the “Pipeline Road” that defined the northern boundary of the monument. According to the Arizona Gazetteer there was to be a few spur roads heading south into the monument from the Pipeline. The straightest route to the nearest access point was to drive a back road through the Gila River Indian Reservation. I found out later that, no you don’t want to do that; worse of all getting caught; really nice drive though. The rising sun washed Montezuma’s Head, on the south side of the Sierra Estrella Mountain Range, in brilliant yellow light. However, the sun didn’t illuminate the road block near the south end, less than a ¼ mile from the asphalt. After having driven for 35 miles, I backed up a little ways and then picked my way through a reservation trash dump to get out. This was not my idea of what I would find while out looking for America.
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