Leaving the warm hospitality of Bette
Story and the extended King family, we left Apache Junction and headed east on
Arizona Highway 60. A desert that could have inspired the trees of Dr Seuss delighted
us as we passed the area leading into the mining community of Globe, Arizona. A
huge slag pile loomed over the highway, a remnant of the San Carlos mine that
produced copper, silver, manganese and many other minerals over the years. The
local volunteer at the Globe Chamber of Commerce informed us that her nephew
worked at the mine until it became automated which reduced the workforce from
3200 to 320, and emptied the town of young people. She gave us each a hunk of
peridot, a beautiful green rock only found there and in Sri Lanka. When we
offered to pay the price posted she insisted on the gift: “I am a volunteer and
I can do what I want…besides I donated it to the Chamber.”
We then drove north into the Apache
Reservation. This took us through the Salt River Canyon, an area similar to the
Grand Canyon in the richness of hues. The road snaked around in true scenic
byway fashion, but this time with sturdy guard rails and lots of pullouts. Our
route led us through Snowflake, AZ and we stopped at a petrified wood museum
with an astounding number of rocks of every kind imaginable. This was in
Holbrooke, a gateway town to the Petrified Forest National Park and sited on
historic Route 66. Here, too we were gifted with rocks: this time, small pieces
of petrified wood.
Thanks to the women of the US Senate
(so says Time Magazine) the park was open and we stopped at the Rainbow Forest
Visitor Center, watched the video,
stared deep into agatized logs, and bought the park tour CD for the trip
through the park. We took our time exploring the
Park and the adjacent Painted Desert National Park, exclaiming anew at each
designated viewpoint. Unfortunately our cameras simply could not do justice to
the incredible colors. From both the visitor center video and the cd, we learned more about the Late Triassic Chinle Formation than anyone would ever want to know.
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