Went for a walk Sunday along the Salt River. I parked at
Phon D Sutton Campground and intended to meander to the west and find what's left of the old Arizona Dam. Arizona Dam was replaced decades ago by
Granite Reef Dam further downstream. The Salt River gets shallow for a while to the west and the campground is near an old river ford.
The campground is located at the confluence of the Verde River with the Salt River and at this time of year, the upstream dams are setup to supply most of the downstream water through the Verde system while the Salt River system recharges.
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The Verde is coming into the Salt from straight ahead. The Salt is to the right. |
I headed east from the campground in the general direction of a posted trail on the upper river terrace. You had to walk off the trail to see the river.
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From west of campground looking northeast
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from campground trail looking west |
It got harder and harder to get to river as I went west. In order to get to where you could see along the river required crossing an old river channel and dropping down through dense thickets of mesquite and Salt Cedars along the rivers edge. That wasn't always easy. It was especially spooky for me since I don't like enclosed spaces anyway.
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spooky trail leading to the old river channel |
Every so often I'd find a narrow animal trail that meandered down to the river. The trails were made by the several horses and occasional cattle that roam the area. Oddly, several seemed to be dead ends (also spooky).
One of the trails took me through the brush and down to the old river channel. It was easy walking as long as you stuck to the sandy edges.
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Old river channel. The river is now to the right. Not sure what those cones are. |
I didn't make it all the way to the dam, the bushwacking took longer than I expected. After trudging through the brush one last time I got to some rocks that let me see both directions along the river. No Arizona Dam. Turned out that I was still a fairly long way from the dam site. At home, the boss had ordered me not to dawdle around too long because we had to go to a Christmas part later in the afternoon.
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Rocks upstream of dam site |
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The rocks were a conglomerate similar to that of Red Mtn |
So, I turned around and started bushwacking back. (not nearly as much fun as coming in)
Finding a way (without crawling on my belly) from the old channel to the upper terrace turned out to be a bit of a challenge. At one point along the way, I suddenly found myself horizontal instead of vertical. Turned out I missed a buried section of abandoned barbed wire fencing.
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Lucky it was sandy |
(We've been watching "Lost" on Netflix and I regularly comment on the foolishness of the folks that trigger the Mad Frenchwoman's traps by tripping over a wire across the trail. "Come on, I'd have seen that". Well maybe not.)
After trying several false trails from the old channel to the upper terrace, I decided to throw in my destiny with that of a large cow (judging from her less than dainty hoof size). She seemed resolute where the several horse trails were fickle.
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Onward to better grazing |
Once back on the upper terrace she left a calling card.
The recent rains have brought lots of bright green grass. The runoff from the rain washes sticks and other debris towards the river and the grass get's its best start near the debris. It makes the grass look like its rippling downstream. Very artsy.
I headed back more like a dog than a cow. I zigzagged back and forth to the campground sniffing at interesting looking trees and old abandoned roads.
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Abandoned east-west road with Burr Sage and Creosote Bush |
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Old Mesquite Tree (or Ironwood, don't remember now) |
Finally made it back to the river down below the campground. The above sure seems like an old river ford but its downstream of where the map shows it. I've been using an old 1906 top map of the area. It has some other interesting stuff I want to look for. But they'll have to wait for another day.
Adios