carajou
Jr. Member
I first read about Skeleton Canyon in 1977, and it got to me because of the many mysteries involved, the outlaws, the cowboys, the lawmen, and the fact that a whole mountain was there, and it wasn't!
So I went there for the first time in 1985, myself and a couple others, all on paid leave from Alameda, Calafornia and USS Samuel Gompers...yes, we were sailors on a great deal of R & R, and we happened to love the adventure involved.
So there we were, looking for and finding the clues int he story.? Found the waterfall the outlaws took a shower under.? Found the canyon the waterfall was in.? Found that stupid mountain that was supposed to be missing.
But the treasure was essentially two things.? The first was the beauty of the Chiricahuas.? It's a rugged beauty, standing monoliths of rock jutting up from a desert floor and holding a lush forest on the inside.? Looking at it from below, hiking up into it, drinking spring water so pure it puts the bottled stuff to shame, one can see why the Apache loved living there.?
And the second was one of the people who was with me.? Her name is Heidi, and she's got a love for things adventurous, for things Indiana Jones, for Bogart, going places, living life to the full no matter what happens.? We were good friends before, but the search for the treasure bonded us closer than we could imagine.? Heidi's been my best friend since, and to me, she's worth more than any gold that may be buried there.? ?
So I went there for the first time in 1985, myself and a couple others, all on paid leave from Alameda, Calafornia and USS Samuel Gompers...yes, we were sailors on a great deal of R & R, and we happened to love the adventure involved.
So there we were, looking for and finding the clues int he story.? Found the waterfall the outlaws took a shower under.? Found the canyon the waterfall was in.? Found that stupid mountain that was supposed to be missing.
But the treasure was essentially two things.? The first was the beauty of the Chiricahuas.? It's a rugged beauty, standing monoliths of rock jutting up from a desert floor and holding a lush forest on the inside.? Looking at it from below, hiking up into it, drinking spring water so pure it puts the bottled stuff to shame, one can see why the Apache loved living there.?
And the second was one of the people who was with me.? Her name is Heidi, and she's got a love for things adventurous, for things Indiana Jones, for Bogart, going places, living life to the full no matter what happens.? We were good friends before, but the search for the treasure bonded us closer than we could imagine.? Heidi's been my best friend since, and to me, she's worth more than any gold that may be buried there.? ?