As
most of you know, I was recently diagnosed as having lung cancer
(mesothelioma, stage 4).
After
my second session of chemotherapy, I was feeling well enough that I
decided to incorporate a walk around the neighborhood in my daily
schedule. I walk the same 1.5-mile route each day, starting at the
mailbox on the street in front of our house and heading south on S
Arroya Vista Drive.
The
walk takes me past Mescal Drive, the street that fronts our property
on the south, across Christina Draw, past Brook Hollow Drive and to
the south end of S Arroya Vista at the top of the hill. There the
street turns right (west), becoming Meadowlark Drive. The view from
our house to the end of S Arroya Vista Drive is shown here (below).
Looking from our mailbox across Christina Draw and on to the end
of S Arroya Vista Drive at the top of the hill.
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Although it is not
immediately obvious from the above photograph, a substantial wash
runs down Christina Draw and under S Arroya Vista Drive. The wash is
normally dry; however, it drains a large section of the eastern slope
of Mingus Mountain south of Allen Spring and north of Black Canyon.
Heavy heavy rains on the mountain above can turn it into a raging
monster of a stream. The below photograph was taken in March 2007.
Christina Draw Wash in March 2007
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The
distance to the turn onto Meadowlark Drive is 0.2 miles. Meadowlark
Drive then leads along a level ridge for a short distance before
descending to end at Christina Draw Wash, about 0.4 miles upstream
from the S Arroya Vista Drive crossing. The view while walking west
on Meadowlark extends to the top of Mingus Mountain.
View looking west on Meadowlark Drive – Mingus Mountain on the horizon
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There,
I was faced with a dilemma. If I turned back here, my walk will be
only about a mile long. And all of that would be on paved surfaces.
I really wanted to walk a bit farther and wanted to include some
distance along a rougher surface to give my ankles a workout.
Nothing is more irritating to me than a sprained ankle.
After
examining the wash and determining it to be open and relatively easy
hiking, I decided to give it a try.
Christina Draw Wash from the end of Meadowlark Drive
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The
wash turned out to be the most interesting part of the walk. It is
open and free of large boulders all the way from Meadowlark to Brook
Hollow Drive, a distance of 0.3 miles. Below Brook Hollow it tends
to close in a bit with overhanging growth and a less open path.
Since it is rattlesnake season and I would be traveling alone, I
decided to avoid the section between Brook Hollow Drive and Arroya
Vista Drive, leaving the wash at Brook Hollow.
The
wash , except perhaps for changes in stream flow caused by the
construction of houses in recent years, remains in its natural state
with the exception of some erosion prevention measures along a single
property.
Rock wall built for erosion protection along Christina Draw Wash
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On
my way past that property, I found the owner out working in his back
yard and stopped to chat. Angel Vargas, a widower, has lived there
and battled the wash for some thirty years. Angel served in the
Navajo Army during the Korean War and in the National Guard; he
retired from the Navajo Army Depot in Bellemont in the 1980s.
The
stone wall seen above roughly corresponds with the location of the
bank when he moved in. His battle continues as he reinforces the
bank with various materials salvaged from a variety of sources,
including discarded WWII practice bombs (left)
from the Army depot where he worked.
In
the photograph below a line of these old practice bombs can be seen
serving as the base of a section of retaining wall.
Practice bombs serving as the foundation for a section of Angel's retaining
wall
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Angel's
accumulation of treasures rescued over the years include an old
6-cylinder engine and a horse-drawn turning plow, both once used on the
Alvarez Ranch in Sycamore Canyon where Angel grew up.
Old 6-cylinder engine
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Old horse-drawn turning plow
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The engine could have
been used to drive a water pump for irrigation. The owner of a small
portable sawmill where I once worked as a teenager used an engine
very much like this one to power his mill. AS for the old turning
plow, I spent many youthful hours following behind one of those
pulled by a team of mules.
Another memory from
long ago was brought to mind by an old horse-drawn scoop. I used one
of these when I was about 14 years old to clean out a pond on our
farm.
A horse-drawn scoop
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I really do not look
back on the days Angel's collection of equipment called to mind with
a lot of longing. I never learned to actually enjoy such work. At
the time, I thought it was just because I was rather lazy. However,
in retrospect, I think that I just wasn't interested. The best thing
I can say is that such hard labor led me to join the Navy.
Angel's front yard, in
contrast to the collection of artifacts in the back yard, is quite
neat and orderly.
Angel's front yard
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High on the bluff just
across the wash from Angel's home is a large house (right)
that is presently for sale and he is making an effort to, in his
words, “clean up my back yard” so as to present a better view to
prospective buyers. In my opinion almost everything he has collected
has long since entered the status of “artifact” and can by no
means be called junk. I call the place Angel's Museum; I certainly
hope that he doesn't go too far in his clean-up efforts.
My feelings about
“junk” may be influenced by memories of my Grandpaw Wicker's junk
yard. Grandpaw was a farmer, a carpenter and a sawmill operator who
also owned a thresher that he used during wheat and oat harvesting
season to thresh grain for other farmers, collecting a toll for the
service.
He bought all of his
equipment second hand and repaired and maintained it himself. He
seemed always to have a tractor, a truck or some other piece of
equipment under repair. When something was simply beyond its useful
life, it was never completely discarded but was instead moved to a
location under a large oak tree that was called the “junk pile.”
There it would reside just in case some part of it became useful for
repairing some other piece of machinery. As a result I have always
thought of old machinery as stuff that might be useful someday.
From the wash at Angels
Museum, the bridge where Brook Hollow Drive crosses the wash is
clearly visible. Our house can also be seen beyond the bridge.
Brook Hollow Bridge across Christina Draw Wash
– Price home visible in the distance
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The bridge marks 0.8
miles of my 1.5-mile walk. If I turned right (east) on Brook Hollow
at the bridge, another 0.2 miles would bring me back home. However,
still wanting more than a one mile walk, I turn left (west) and walk
to the end of the street.
Heading west on Brook Hollow Drive
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At the end of Brook
Hollow Drive, I pause for a view across a wash (unnamed) and the
houses along Quail Run to Mingus Mountain.
View to Mingus from the end of Brook Hollow Drive
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I then retrace my steps
for about 100 yards and turn left (northeast) on Agua Fria Drive.
Looking northeast on Agua Fria Drive
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Agua Fria Drive is 0.3
miles long, running from Brook Hollow Drive to Del Mar Drive. Del
Mar Drive then runs for 0.1 miles from Agua Fria Drive to Mescal
Drive. From the junction of Del Mar and Mescal, it is just another
50 yards to the Mescal Drive side of our house.
Our house seen from Mescal Drive
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The total walk as shown
on the map (below) is 1.5 miles
long; the highest elevation is 3560 feet and the total ascent is 266
feet.
The Neighborhood Walk |
Eventually I decided to
extend my walk and found that by turning right on Acoma Drive when I
reached the end of Brook Hollow Drive and continuing to the end of
that street and returning, I could extend the hike distance to an
even two miles. Then, a little additional experimentation disclosed
that by taking S Arrowhead Ln from Del Mar back to Brook Hollow and
then proceeding to S Arroya Vista and back home I could extend the
walk to 2.3 miles. This is shown below.
2.3-mile
walk route
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