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Hold up a moment there Oro....
You use coffee creamer?
You use coffee creamer?
Misc data and adventures of a Tayopa treasure hunter
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and smokes ??/
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In the case of the Gloria Pan mine, as I mentioned, the western half of the mt.range collapsed blocking the arroyos Gloria Pan and the Lluvia de Oro forming a dam which in turn turned into a large lake. It existed for years, then was gradually broached and finally returned to it's former state of just being a large wide rugged valley. Incidentally oranges were found floating where it joined the Rio Fuerte, however when I was there, the orange trees had disappeared, so where did they come form?
This was particularly interesting to me since I found a human figure up on a ledge on the East side, that was pointing to some western point across the present valley. I could never find anything where it was pointing so I can only assume that it's indicated point is like the Alamo's one, buried under massive tons of debris.
for some reason I was thinking about that bell, Tubares, and Your campaign Elle.
I remembered that I met Lupe vega who helped me with the Gloria pan mine investigation. He arranged for me to go to Jorge Juan's cabin in the Gloria Pan barranca. I had a young couple of Tarahumaras that agreed to act as my guides.
We went afoot since I was in prime condition and figured that i would have no problem with a young couple, that to me were kiddies, sheesh was I wrong. I left my mule and sleeping gear at Tubares since there was no grazing up there, and carried only 35 lbs - after all, it was only for one day..
The young couple in their teens, promptly ran up the hill and disappeared. I staggered on trying to catch up with them, near the verge of a heart attack, and finally stumbled over the rim where i had last seen them, I saw them wrestling (?) in the grass. As soon as they saw me, they jumped up laughing, and RAN up to the next crest. This was repeated at least a 'billion' times that first day. sigh
Then to add to my woes, it started to rain, a cold penetrating rain with wind. sheesh I was beginning to feel sorry for myself and wonder why or how I ever became involved with exploration and lost mines. As for my guides they appeared just as happy as if they had good sense.
We stayed in a cave that night where I warmed up a bit. The next day was an even worse repetition of the first, if possible. The boy called to me and pointing to a cleft in the ridge above us, fairly close to the Gates of Heaven, and said that was where I had to go. From there it would drop down into the barranca of the Gloria Pan. All that I had to do was to go down the barranca until I saw Jorge Juan's cabin. simple enough, no? As They then 'ran' off giggling and playing, I overheard a remark on how i had slowed them up from a two hour 'walk' to two day one??
The 'next' Day, about dusk, I finally saw a small one room brush covered shack and stumbled to the door, where with numb fingers I tapped on the door. No response, so I repeated the knocking, still no response, so I started kicking the damn door, it swung open. There was no-one there, so I entered.
It was by now dark, my matches were wet, and after three days of stumbling through cold gusty rain, continuously wet, I was trembling with cold and beat. All I could think of was getting warm and to sleep. There was just enough light to let me see a broken cot with a sleeping bag on it. Without further ado I crawled into it. sheesh it was so dirty and greasy that it was stiff as a frozen sail, but it did get me warm and I went to sleep listening to the wind howl, shake the cabin, and the roar of the rising arroyo.
The next morning it was bright and sunny, so after starting a fire and cooking breakfast, I returned to liking the life of an explorer and commenced searching the cabin. it was litterally full of junk, from mining equipment, to books and pages of notes. Being nosey, I quickly found why my unwilling host was gone. He had formented an uprising against the Mission in the 30's, He was called the "Arab". The gov't was still looking for him, There were vague references to a Priest having been killed. He had been involved in several murders and had lately been shot in the stomach, but recovered. This was my unwilling host, sheesh.
This is your job Elle, check on this.
Anyway, I quickly found what fit the sealed entrance of La gloria Pan mine and decided to return to El fuerte, where my friend and partner was buried. That part you already know. About this time an Indian arrived with my sleeping gear, so I returned to Tubares with him.
Incidentally the return trip only took 1/2 a day ?
So Elle, dig up what you can about this mini, aborted uprising. But remember, the Gloria Pan was closed in the 1600's, along with Tayopa, Tepoca, Las pimas, LaTarasca, and two others near Caborca.
This also includes El Fuego de Barras (?) south west of Tubares.
Side thingie, to the East from the bell tower, on the south side of the river, there is a small rock walled corral. Check it with a metal detector. During the last rev. a gov't pay roll officer, with his escort ,were caught by the rebels and took refuge in there. They were all killed but the pay roll was never found. It is probably buried in there . It was claimed to be mostly gold, but this I doubt, since even a single peso was a large amount of money in those days, still the silver would be worth quite a bit and could go to help restoring the Mission.
This was particularly interesting to me since I found a human figure up on a ledge on the East side, that was pointing to some western point across the present valley. I could never find anything where it was pointing so I can only assume that it's indicated point is like the Alamo's one, buried under massive tons of debris.
for some reason I was thinking about that bell, Tubares, and Your campaign Elle.
I remembered that I met Lupe vega who helped me with the Gloria pan mine investigation. He arranged for me to go to Jorge Juan's cabin in the Gloria Pan barranca. I had a young couple of Tarahumaras that agreed to act as my guides.
We went afoot since I was in prime condition and figured that i would have no problem with a young couple, that to me were kiddies, sheesh was I wrong. I left my mule and sleeping gear at Tubares since there was no grazing up there, and carried only 35 lbs - after all, it was only for one day..
The young couple in their teens, promptly ran up the hill and disappeared. I staggered on trying to catch up with them, near the verge of a heart attack, and finally stumbled over the rim where i had last seen them, I saw them wrestling (?) in the grass. As soon as they saw me, they jumped up laughing, and RAN up to the next crest. This was repeated at least a 'billion' times that first day. sigh
Then to add to my woes, it started to rain, a cold penetrating rain with wind. sheesh I was beginning to feel sorry for myself and wonder why or how I ever became involved with exploration and lost mines. As for my guides they appeared just as happy as if they had good sense.
We stayed in a cave that night where I warmed up a bit. The next day was an even worse repetition of the first, if possible. The boy called to me and pointing to a cleft in the ridge above us, fairly close to the Gates of Heaven, and said that was where I had to go. From there it would drop down into the barranca of the Gloria Pan. All that I had to do was to go down the barranca until I saw Jorge Juan's cabin. simple enough, no? As They then 'ran' off giggling and playing, I overheard a remark on how i had slowed them up from a two hour 'walk' to two day one??
The 'next' Day, about dusk, I finally saw a small one room brush covered shack and stumbled to the door, where with numb fingers I tapped on the door. No response, so I repeated the knocking, still no response, so I started kicking the damn door, it swung open. There was no-one there, so I entered.
It was by now dark, my matches were wet, and after three days of stumbling through cold gusty rain, continuously wet, I was trembling with cold and beat. All I could think of was getting warm and to sleep. There was just enough light to let me see a broken cot with a sleeping bag on it. Without further ado I crawled into it. sheesh it was so dirty and greasy that it was stiff as a frozen sail, but it did get me warm and I went to sleep listening to the wind howl, shake the cabin, and the roar of the rising arroyo.
The next morning it was bright and sunny, so after starting a fire and cooking breakfast, I returned to liking the life of an explorer and commenced searching the cabin. it was litterally full of junk, from mining equipment, to books and pages of notes. Being nosey, I quickly found why my unwilling host was gone. He had formented an uprising against the Mission in the 30's, He was called the "Arab". The gov't was still looking for him, There were vague references to a Priest having been killed. He had been involved in several murders and had lately been shot in the stomach, but recovered. This was my unwilling host, sheesh.
This is your job Elle, check on this.
Anyway, I quickly found what fit the sealed entrance of La gloria Pan mine and decided to return to El fuerte, where my friend and partner was buried. That part you already know. About this time an Indian arrived with my sleeping gear, so I returned to Tubares with him.
Incidentally the return trip only took 1/2 a day ?
So Elle, dig up what you can about this mini, aborted uprising. But remember, the Gloria Pan was closed in the 1600's, along with Tayopa, Tepoca, Las pimas, LaTarasca, and two others near Caborca.
This also includes El Fuego de Barras (?) south west of Tubares.
Side thingie, to the East from the bell tower, on the south side of the river, there is a small rock walled corral. Check it with a metal detector. During the last rev. a gov't pay roll officer, with his escort ,were caught by the rebels and took refuge in there. They were all killed but the pay roll was never found. It is probably buried in there . It was claimed to be mostly gold, but this I doubt, since even a single peso was a large amount of money in those days, still the silver would be worth quite a bit and could go to help restoring the Mission.
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I hope that the photos survived the trip from the beginning of the thread.
If not, the new generation will at least have a reference to Oro’s bear necessities.
If not, just tap the view original icon!!
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Oro, That is an excellent demonstration of out thinking a bear.
Ya gotta have two trucks to outsmart one polar bear!!
I still wonder what you did to Mrs. O , that she didn’t put down the camera and pick up a gun!!
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Ya gotta have two trucks to outsmart one polar bear!!
I still wonder what you did to Mrs. O , that she didn’t put down the camera and pick up a gun!!
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Hold up a moment there Oro....
You use coffee creamer?
ABSOLUTELY! NEVER pass up the chance to doctor your coffee with the good stuff! Learned that from a genuine horse-cavalry man. Met him while looking at a horse to buy, he was in his 90s and of course the danged horse was an 'unknown' - no one knew if it could be ridden or not so I just HAD to be the one to try him out. Couldn't look like a chicken with a real horse cavalry man watching! Fortunately for me the horse was very well broke, and I got to meet a guy who literally rode into Mexico chasing Pancho Villa.
And yes - smokes too. I asked the doc if I quit smoking, then I wouldn't die? She said nope you have to die anyway! So I am going to enjoy life while I am here! Eat the bacon, smoke that tobacco, enjoy your steak and spuds, put that sugar in your coffee or tea (and cream too if you can get it!) none of us gets out of here alive!
Mikel - don't you like the white bears?
That was just a young 'un, wanted to PLAY! [Don Jose' excellent post - that is what I was talking about! Keep 'em coming amigos!
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have been sitting here remenicing on the past - elderly gentleman's game - and I found myself remembering Old Peking, in Ole China. I believe that it was the most memorable time of my life up to that period, and it set tne pattern for the rest of my active life..
Twas 1946,47 when I first flew into Peking. The exchange rate was such that I could live like a king, and did.
I remembered the Old wagon Lits hotel in the center of Peking with it's sofas and easy chairs clustered around the open works elevator. For the first two floors it was relatively open. the old Planters and retirees would cluster around it and watch the pretty girls ascend - in those days they wore spit skirts and you could see some interesting sights every so often.
I remember the bus boy laying out my unforms, then asking if I would prefer a Blonde, etc. girl, or perhaps a fat young boy. I always turned down his offer, since I was going with a night club singer, Toni Brovchenco, a White russian. They always played this song whenever I entered the club - hoping for more tips.
,
About the Russian cavalry golloping across the meadowland
Poliushko Polie , Meadowland as some called it..
I would often have my lunch prepared for me and go to the forbidden city to coal hill to eat it under the tree where the last of the Mings hung himself I had carte Blanc in the forbidden city since the communists were at the Citiy gates and it was expected to fall any day.
I remember standing on the stone that was representive of the center of the Universe, The court yard of the Temple of the Moon, etc. It was a dream come true.
I spent days there, exploring it thoroughly, entering areas that are forbidden now by the Comunist govt.
I believe that this episode firmed my purpose in Exploration, and eventually led to Tayopa. Along the way I found La Tarasca, and the Gloria Pan lost mines. No, I never earned a cent on them, long story there.
Anyway, I have been exploring the thieves Market, the street of silk, and others, plus thinking of romantic nights with Tony, etc. My thoughts on an era long past, but not forgotten.
Twas 1946,47 when I first flew into Peking. The exchange rate was such that I could live like a king, and did.
I remembered the Old wagon Lits hotel in the center of Peking with it's sofas and easy chairs clustered around the open works elevator. For the first two floors it was relatively open. the old Planters and retirees would cluster around it and watch the pretty girls ascend - in those days they wore spit skirts and you could see some interesting sights every so often.
I remember the bus boy laying out my unforms, then asking if I would prefer a Blonde, etc. girl, or perhaps a fat young boy. I always turned down his offer, since I was going with a night club singer, Toni Brovchenco, a White russian. They always played this song whenever I entered the club - hoping for more tips.
,
About the Russian cavalry golloping across the meadowland
Poliushko Polie , Meadowland as some called it..
I would often have my lunch prepared for me and go to the forbidden city to coal hill to eat it under the tree where the last of the Mings hung himself I had carte Blanc in the forbidden city since the communists were at the Citiy gates and it was expected to fall any day.
I remember standing on the stone that was representive of the center of the Universe, The court yard of the Temple of the Moon, etc. It was a dream come true.
I spent days there, exploring it thoroughly, entering areas that are forbidden now by the Comunist govt.
I believe that this episode firmed my purpose in Exploration, and eventually led to Tayopa. Along the way I found La Tarasca, and the Gloria Pan lost mines. No, I never earned a cent on them, long story there.
Anyway, I have been exploring the thieves Market, the street of silk, and others, plus thinking of romantic nights with Tony, etc. My thoughts on an era long past, but not forgotten.
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Jose, you still got a good way to turn a phrase, and turn it into a story.
I have a book in my collection, that shows a modern photo of a 2,000 year old copy of a 2,000 year old map of the world.
The center of the map reflects what you wrote about their outlook on the rest of the world.
China is at the center of the world as they saw it, 4,000 years ago.
Thus the name “ The Orient “.
Everything else was yet to be discovered...
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I have a book in my collection, that shows a modern photo of a 2,000 year old copy of a 2,000 year old map of the world.
The center of the map reflects what you wrote about their outlook on the rest of the world.
China is at the center of the world as they saw it, 4,000 years ago.
Thus the name “ The Orient “.
Everything else was yet to be discovered...
#/;0{>~(c)
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Oro, first of all, I am not just a little afraid of white bear. I’m a lot afraid of all of them!
Even when I was feeding one that had been separated from the mother. They are cute and cuddly with soft paws and razor sharp claws, when startled!!
As for my coffee, dark brown sugar.
If you haven’t tried it yet, put it on your, to do list.
And I can imagine Mrs O letting you play with your little friend for a while .....
#/;0{>~(c)
Even when I was feeding one that had been separated from the mother. They are cute and cuddly with soft paws and razor sharp claws, when startled!!
As for my coffee, dark brown sugar.
If you haven’t tried it yet, put it on your, to do list.
And I can imagine Mrs O letting you play with your little friend for a while .....
#/;0{>~(c)
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THAT MAKES YOU SMART! I NEVER TRUST ANYONE WHO SAYS THEY ARE NOT AFRAID OF BEARS, THEY ARE DANGEROUS ANIMALS WORTHY OF OUR RESPECT AND DUE CAUTION.
ALSO AMEN TO THAT - BROWN SUGAR AND RAW SUGAR IN COFFEE IS A REAL TREAT!
THERE WAS A LITTLE DITTY SUNG BY THE HORSE CAVALRY, HOPE I CAN GET IT RIGHT HERE:
SOUPY, SOUPY SOUPY, NOT A TRACE OF BEAN,
BACON, BACON, BACON, NOT A TRACE OF LEAN,
COFFEE, COFFEE, COFFEE, NOT A DROP OF CREAM!
FORTY MILES A DAY ON BEANS AND HAY! JINE THE CAVALRY!
Keep 'em coming amigos! Especially you Don Jose!
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All good advice!
But I must say that the little cubs that two of us were allowed to feed a bottle, were such a joy to handle, however all it took was one small child to squeal, and I had 16 little puncture wounds in less than a second, and a second of calm control for the claws were retracted.
But that is very hard to do.
But I must say that the little cubs that two of us were allowed to feed a bottle, were such a joy to handle, however all it took was one small child to squeal, and I had 16 little puncture wounds in less than a second, and a second of calm control for the claws were retracted.
But that is very hard to do.
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There was a punctured finger associated with this little critter.
Real of Tayopa
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hI, DO ANY OF YOU REMEMBER THE POST WHERE i SPENT CHRISTMAS EVE IN THE 50'S TEACHING A CHINESE HO BASIC CHINESE INSTEAD OF PARTAKING OF THE GOODS ?? ?i
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I'm sure you meant to say HOtty.
Very generous of you, I'm sure.
Very generous of you, I'm sure.
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Hi IM, sorry but she had reached her prime 30 years ago in their business. This was in Tsingtao, China in the 50s, where this was the only profession open to females, they weern't considered worth teaching. It was a Christmas eve that I will always remember, it was a atter of sitting on the planks that formed her bed all night long or being the cause of her being thrown out in the streemI was teaching her basic Mandarin, no spoken words Except the "me tarzan, you jane" incidentally the address you were interested in is
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Many of you are probably wondering how I came to be i\writing basic Mandarin Chinese. No mystery, my father made me learn.He gave me a Chinese dictionary which is catalogued in how many strokes of the writing brush is used in forming the character .I never did find out why He wrote Mandarin. Incidentally all you could say about her is "that she was supposedly female"
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人生就是冒險 ?
Or 生活是一次冒险 ?
Still remember any of this?
Chicken scratch to me.
Or 生活是一次冒险 ?
Still remember any of this?
Chicken scratch to me.
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Do you have any interesting stories that your father passed on to you?
Real of Tayopa
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Nah,he lived a normal life. I am the rogue Guadalcanal, august 42
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That was a historically significant campaign! On this 4th of July, I thank you for your sacrifices.
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