Monday, December 26, 2016

Exploring the Historic Old Black Canyon Stagecoach Road and Arrastre Creek








The wall-like structure at center is the laid-in rock of the old stagecoach road.
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Few mountain ranges intrigue and beckon to me as the Bradshaws, easily within sight on the northwestern horizon from my own home. Filled with ghost towns, old mining camps, stagecoach roads, ruins, and other echoes of the past, they are rich in history while still retaining stunning wild beauty. The Rock Gods have been generous to the Bradshaws: the terrain is daunting and in many places unforgiving, yet men have worked these mountains under harsh conditions in courageous efforts to yield minerals such as gold and silver. Many died.

Women - working girls - forded the water crossings and braved the elements to service the men at the mining camps. Some ended up respectably marrying miners. In these mountains, cavalry soldiers fought Indians; highwaymen robbed stagecoaches; cowboys picked their way through cholla and boulders to gather cattle; hunters sought mountain lions for bounty.

Setting out mid-morning
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Our jaunt today was for pleasure, adventure, and research. It was the perfect sort of day: though cold and windy, it was sunny and clear. My companions in adventure were my friends Babs Sanders, her son Grant, and Grant's girlfriend Beth. Some guy who often accompanies me - Guitar Guy, also known as my husband Russ - rode shotgun with Grant. Babs and I were in her Polaris RZR, dubbed Ruby, and gutsy, petite Beth rode Gretchen the Quad.  

Is this historic Black Canyon Hill, the steepest hill on the old stage road? I'm not sure, yet. Accounts vary as to its location.
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 Although much of my research for my current book-in-progress on Black Canyon City's history is conducting interviews, and much more is poring over old maps, documents, and newspaper archives, I'm not satisfied until I walk the ground I'm focusing upon. I want to feel the story, not just imagine it. I want to breathe the air and labor over the rocky terrain and know firsthand the distances and setting. This is arguably the greatest pleasure in what I do: site research. Hiking along an old stage road and seeing firsthand the ruts the narrow wheels left. Riding a horse down a steep ravine and imagining what it felt like to the first Anglo explorer to see these then-hostile lands. Hearing the rush of water draining from one creek into another. These give me, I hope, a better appreciation for what it took to make history in this area. They definitely give me a good excuse to be out in this utterly stunning scenery.

Another view of the rock support for the stagecoach road.
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 We left the horses at home today - for which they'd thank me. Two weeks ago we tired them out on a steep leg of the stage road; today, we wanted to get farther into the canyon in considerably less time. As Babs said as we headed out, "I hate to see it, but this is going to be a lot more fun than on the horses."

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 We were in search of several sites of historic interest: among them, Black Canyon Hill, described by contemporaries as the steepest hill on the Black Canyon Stagecoach Road, and what has been known as "the amazing Chinese diggings" on Arrastre Creek.

The gang hiking part of the old stage road that is long abandoned as a trail.
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The old stagecoach road was originally cut by James Patterson, following what was known as "Woolsey's Trail" after Indian fighter and rancher King Woolsey.  Woolsey himself used old native footpaths for his trail between his upper and lower ranches, Agua Fria and Agua Caliente. Patterson, under contract to build the road, owned a stage stop in Prescott - then the territorial capital - and was a partner in the Patterson-LeValley Stage Line, among his other endeavors.


The old stagecoach road, with the wagon wheel ruts clearly visible over a hundred years later.
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The roads Patterson built serviced not only travelers between Prescott and the emerging city of Phoenix, but miners working claims throughout the mountains.

The bare swath up the side of the mountain is leftover damage from the pipeline installation.
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Many stagecoach robberies occurred on this road. The unforgiving land offered a unique opportunity for robbers: horses or mules, tired out as they climbed the hill, could not break away boldly to make a run for it, nor could the drivers possibly turn them around on the narrow roadway. At the same time, the peaks and outcroppings provided excellent vantage points or tactical positions for an armed accomplice to cover a driver.

A steep incline on the old road.
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A geocache well hidden on the hill, away from the trail.
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I hiked up the hill to assess strategic potential for would-be or actual stagecoach robbers. I was quite proud of myself for finding a geocache without actually looking for one - I don't geocache. Although we took none of the trinkets, I added something to the tin.

Husband-type-person checks the elevation and marks the spot of our potential Black Canyon Hill.
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A light dusting of snow still lingered this late in the morning from the Christmas Eve storm.

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As we worked our way down the hillside, we headed toward Paducci Creek and Paducci Flats.  Spelled variously as "Paduchee" or "Paduchi," the site once had several structures. 

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 The last remaining building was a still-livable old house. It's rumored that a local character may have burned it down while cooking meth.

Paducci Creek making a horseshoe around Paducci Flats.
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More laid-in rocks to support the stagecoach road.
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The old - now abandoned - trail venturing down into the Paducci Flats area was long, steep and treacherous. We marveled that even the smart, sure-footed mules and burros could manage such slope.

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 Arrastre Creek was so-named for the presence of many primitive "arrastres" - manually-operated structures that used mules, burros, horses - or men - to grind ore. "Arrastre" means "dragging" in Spanish, so describing the method of crushing the ore.

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Chinese laborers worked the area's mining camps, appearing on 19th century census records as launderers or shop keepers.  Overt discrimination in California, including legislative action, made California a hostile place for the Chinese. They were far more welcome and better treated in Arizona territory. Along Arrastre Creek were some mines operated by the Chinese, referred to by locals as the "Amazing Chinese Diggings."


Fording the creek.
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Here I am at what we believe might have been the Chinese diggings site.
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This large, flat slab of rock was deliberately placed atop several round rocks. Who - or what - is beneath it?
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Another view of the large slab of rock described above.
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At the site of the possible diggings were the ruins of at least three structures. A considerable amount of blue slate - not from the immediate area - was discarded near the ruins. I suspect it was originally the flooring inside, as it was known to be used in other area ranch houses from the 1800s. You can also see thin pieces of it in the walls above and below.

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Two of the remaining ruins were small - as small as a Manhattan bedroom I once stayed in that had been converted from a walk-in closet - but still large enough to sleep in. It's the desert. As my mom used to say, who needs a huge house to dust?


The boulders along Arrastre Creek are a large part of its beauty.
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Much of the year this creek is dry.
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Two of our capable hosts, Grant Sanders and Beth.
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Approaching the ruins.
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Ruins along Arrastre Creek.
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The largest of the ruins boasted a single room with a fireplace opposite the doorway. Just inside the entrance was a large, flat slab of blue slate on the remains of the floor.

Ruins of an old building at a ghost town along Arrastre Creek.
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These mountains were described by a member of the Walker expedition as a "sterile and graceless quarter." I find them beautiful beyond description.
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Babs Sanders and I. Note the epic photobombing by Babs' son, Grant.
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The water crossings offered a little bit of adrenaline-inducing adventure to our travels. Not only were they flowing enough to cause us to use caution, but they made ample mud we had to work around. The heavy rains also washed out enough of the trail in places that we had a couple of unexpected jolts. My knee should be colorful tomorrow.

How many men does it take to fix a disabled quad? (Depends on how many are union and how many are government employees.)
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Possible ruins of the "Amazing Chinese Diggings."
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Viewed from the site of an old, abandoned horizontal mine shaft and related ruins, the brown item at lower center in the photo above is the wreckage of a long-dead car. From the angles of the metal it looked like an old Model-T.

Remnants of an old mining operation.
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The final point of interest we explored was the site of the old mine ruins. The horizontal shaft has been "enhanced" with a culvert, blocked by three pieces of rebar, at the mouth. No chance of wedging through them to risk life and limb to explore it ... or to discard a body, as has been done too often in the Bradshaw mine shafts. 

Our next planned jaunts include visits to an ancient fort used by the area's Hohokam Indians, a search for the site of the one-time mining community of Clemenceau, and down to Bumble Bee. In late spring we expect to take the old stage road all the way to Prescott - just as was once routinely traveled by visitors to and from the territorial capital.


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2 comments:

  1. i am researching the Black Canyon Stage route. Do you have a copy of this route? please let me know

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  2. Thanks for posting this. I have always wondered about the stage road. This was really interesting.

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