Monday, January 8, 2018 – Location: Ajo, Arizona
It’s going to be an overcast day, but what a sunrise that creates!
Got breakfast out of the way and by the time all my chores were done, it was 11 A.M. and time for Yuma and I to take a nice easy Jeep ride around the area. As I sit here, I can hear military jets flying by. Probably, a little training around the area.
Here are some photos of yesterday afternoon’s walk. Always Black Mountain close by.
We jumped in the Jeep and headed west on an old dirt road off of Scenic Drive. First place we ran into was the old Darby Well Cemetery. Very secluded with beautiful scenery. Nice place to rest for all eternity. I was impressed at how well it has been manicured since last year. Looked very clean and spruced up.
Yuma is always waiting on his Dad.
See the whitish color on the mountain off to the right of center? That’s where this road leads us almost. Those are the Growler Mountains.
This is the first time I have hiked four miles since being on my southwestern trip last year, so needless to say I felt it.
That white spot is where we’re walking to.
The first thing we see as we walk up the last hill and turn the corner is an old dilapidated house. Can’t believe someone lived way out here in the middle of nowhere.
I’ll just walk around for a short bit and look at stuff – old stuff.
There’s the old mine just hundreds of feet west of the house.
There is the entrance to the old Mica mine. I can see glittering white rock everywhere. There is nothing in there. The entrance has been concreted over, plus it looks too dangerous just to walk under those old timbers. Even Yuma wouldn’t walk in there.
Looking back east toward Ajo Peak.
Looks like this old bull dozer has seen it’s day. I bet it could tell a few stories.
Just a quick peek inside the old house.
Heading east back to the familiar Ajo Mountains and out of the Growler Mountains. Sometimes I think, what would happen if the Jeep just quit running. What a long walk we would have.
My feet hurt and we’re both hungry by the time we reach camp. Time for lunch and a well deserved rest.
This mural is being created. See the etchings on the left in the white column and the chair and bucket waiting for him to come back. Even mural painters take Sunday off.
See you later.