I don’t know, why I don’t Put it out baby We kiss and the flames Just get higher But yeah I know When I hold onto you baby I’m all tangled up in barbed wire I get burned, I don’t learn I’ll be back, give it time Yeah, I know it sounds crazy But guess I like playing with fire
Marine Blue Butterfly On Blue-Green Algae Scum (Cienega Creek) — Image by kenne
In our recent walk along Cienega Creek, much of the creek’s surface water has begun to dry up, leaving behind pools of water perfect for the buildup of blue-green scum. We noticed a marine blue butterfly flying over one of the pools, suddenly landing a leaf floating on top of the scum.
When the sun rises over the mountains, the air is still cool, meaning that by the end of the day, when the sun has crossed the main ridge and gives light to the other side the air is hot and dry. This means that trees growing on the northeast face of any given mountains flourish, while the southwest face is generally left barren-
there are, however, always a few brave tufts of foliage who dare to challenge the infernal heat and survive.
Sandhill Cranes at Whitewater Draw (McNeal, Arizona) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Every man is his own Pygmalion and spends his life fashioning himself. And in fashioning himself, for good or ill, he fashions the human race and its future.
Today ranches exist along the narrow privative road through Doubtful Canyon. In the 1860’s the Butterfield Overland Stage route went through the canyon. Apache Raiders made passage through the canyon very ‘DOUBTFUL!’ In April 1861 the Giddings’ Party was ambush near Steins Peak stagecoach station. Cochise and his Apaches killed nine men, but reserved the worst torture for those captured alive.
Doubtful Canyon Ranch
In 2012, Tom, Steve, and I decided to follow the old stagecoach route through Doubtful Canyon, which we began in the small ranch town of San Simon. Once making it through the canyon, we planned to stay overnight in Lordsburg, New Mexico. The old road, now used primarily by area ranchers, is very premature. There were some places. The road was so narrow that you could not pass through without the bushes scraping the sides of the truck. Still, other places were wide-open rangeland having only an occasional gate we would have to stop and open.
Our goal was to find the Giddings Grave Marker, which was marked on our maps. We also knew the location was on the lowest northwest slope of Steins Peak. Even though we scattered out, crisscrossing the area, we were not able to find the marker. Here’s a picture of the area where the grave sits, which I found on the Internet.