Somehiker,
You can see the two hearts from Hwy 79, the problem being that you have to be in the right place at the right time. The River Bottom Grill is located just north of the Gila River on the east side of the highway. Enter the parking lot to the north of said bar & grill. Trick here is that you must arrive soon after a good desert rain. This task cannot be accomplished until the summer heat has turned the desert brown. The interior of both hearts had been planted with a special variety of Canadian Rye and after the rain the two hearts will turn green as can be.
We had two surveys completed many years ago, one was done by a certified geologist and the other by an archaeologist and botanist (Marcy identified the Canadian Rye). Marcy also based the age of the hearts by the lack of vegetation, primarily the saguaros, those outside of the hearts and those growing within the interior. Determining the age of a saguaro is fairly difficult as there are many factors to consider. After consulting with the geologist, he and Marcy agreed that these two hearts were at least 450 years old at a minimum.
I know this area like the back of my hand and I knew many of the old timers who lived and worked in the area that are now long gone; Frank Lynch who owned the Coke Ovens property at one time and operated a ranch there with his father at the turn of the century. He would talk about the old tram that carried the ore across the river that was taken by wagon to Florence and then on to Tucson. This took place when the Silver Bell and Martinez mines were in full operation. The coke ovens were built by the Scottish Masons around 1860-65. Did you know that they were built with an offset if you were to shoot a heading off of their foundations? Four are dead on and then the fifth one is offset and there was a very important reason why this was done.
There was an old timer who lived in one of Jim Copelands' Coke Ovens, the one that he had turned into a desert getaway. This guy use to work for the Smith Ranch. Just take Box Canyon and head north on Martinez Canyon road. The ranch can be seen on some maps and is all but vanished today. He would often tell me all of these hair raising stories about the past and the legends that were told back then. The "Battleaxe" story was based on an old ancient culture that fought a great battle with another (I have no idea who). The warriors that won the battle had battle axes and hence the name.
We used to stay in the old cabin next to the coke ovens as we had an agreement with the owner. We repaired a door, replaced glass and cleaned the place up. The beds were placed on a shelf up off of the floor and you could easily fit four to six people into the area. I had spent some great nights while working from this place, the trains rolling across the desert made a spooky, eerie moan. The plumbing even worked back then, but you had to haul your water in. It was a lonely, secluded and spiritual place. The area was also very dangerous, rattlesnakes, scorpions, Gila Monsters, cacti and slippery loose rock and the unbearable heat. We almost lost a couple of hands due to lack of water and extreme thirst. I know as I had to rescue a number of them, they never listened to my warnings. Mike even tried sucking water out of a piece of saguaro that he cut out of a fine specimen, his lips swelled up so much that they cracked and bled profusely. It took hours to drive him out of the area as he was screaming in pain and agony because of his having fits due to cramps. I have seen it all my friends; Never hike this desert alone, sooner or later you will be claimed a casualty and become a member of its landscape. Accidents and mistakes can and will happen as human nature is simply just human nature. I often felt uncomfortable in this area, but loved it non the less. The cabin has been ripped apart by drunks and thieves long ago and this angers me every time I think about it. Same can be said for the area around the Silver Bell. After "Moose" the guard was no longer employed there the thieves stole anything and everything, those lowlifes and scum. The treasures have been hidden well and I ain't telling where, at least not yet.
I am off on another rant, the stories I could tell, the memories as if they happened yesterday. By the way, the skull is looking directly at the arrow pointing at the large heart. Many people do not know the area as well as they think, Jim Hatt and Salvadore (my good buddy included), ask him about the meteorite we found. You will laugh your butt off and roll on the the ground with tears like rain falling from your eyes. We had a deal between our attorney, who also represented Phelps Dodge and a Cardinal with the Catholic Church worth millions, they tried to screw us, but we turned the tables on them and screwed them good! I will not mention their greedy names here on this site; besides Fred is dead and the Cardinal? We could care less. The treasures are safe as we gave up our mining claims and had the area withdrawn as "Treasure Trove", the State of Arizona and my family have a deal relating to the troves' disposition. Time and the agreement with the AG's Office will hopefully win the day (you cannot trust anyone my friends, I have had a number of first hand experiences).
I do understand why Bob Brewer (HBB) never gave up any of the larger caches or depositories. Those who have the money and the power will never allow you to raise your child (treasure) in a way that you approve of. Imagine raising your child in the Christian faith until he or she is 10 years old. Your wife (attorney) divorces you and marries a Muslim (Cardinal) and next thing you know your beloved son denounces Christianity and becomes a model Muslim.
Investors invest their money to make money. They put up the money, you loose all control. What investor in his right mind will let you control and spend his money? This is the dilemma that we face and have dealt with for years. If I could find a good investor to work with side by side and to include an arbitrator when we do disagree, then I would be all for moving forward. High costs, delays, permits, archaeologists, tests, attorneys, on and on. Treasure hunting can be a very expensive proposition. There are a great number of opportunities for receiving grants and other ways of earning money. What about the rights to the treasure itself? Our deal with the state is no guarantee that we will receive one red cent. Another point that causes investors to suddenly disappear. Been there done that.
I know where to get the money, just can't stand the men that I would have to deal with. Besides, money is important to all of us and most of us still want our freedom. How much money will it take to purchase yours? Secondly, I do not want these jerks, thieves, politicians, rip-offs, etc. to benefit from my labors. So, I should just hand the treasure over to a bunch of people that I can't stand? No way, not in this lifetime. I will never re-marry, but the right woman could change my mind. I'll just have to wait for that right person with the right attitude to come along and we can get the show on the road.
Also, the 7 seven you are talking about by the third heart is an arrow, not a seven. More photographs from Heart Mountain.
More later,
Ellie B
