On the second travel day, I passed through the scenic Salt River Canyon. This area was covered thoroughly in a travelogue a couple years back, but I want to post one from this trip. Driving through this canyon is almost like driving through Grand Canyon, only not as deep. Here the descent to the river is only about 2000 feet before starting the climb out.
The San Carlos Apache Reservation was created in 1872 when the U.S. Army rounded up several bands of Apaches, some of which were actually enemies. The reservation has a history of poor treatment by the Federal government, and possibly its tribal leaders, and today is one of the poorest reservations in the country, despite its casino business. About half its people are under the poverty line, and unemployment is extremely high. Drug and alcohol abuse are major problems, along with mental health concerns. Despite all this, the Apaches I've encountered are friendly and personable.
Driving around the reservation, I noticed several Christian churches, such as St. Charles Catholic. I met the Catholic missionary here a couple years ago, so I presume he is still active. I also met a Mormon missionary couple at the same time. I commend these people willing to live here in an effort to help.
St. Charles Church |
Reservation Cemetery |
Coolidge Dam is an unusual design, one that I've never seen before. Instead of a continuous wall, it has three very large domes connected by short walls. I'm sure the domes better distribute the pressure of the water.
There are spillways to release water when the lake overflows, but I don't know if they have ever been used.
In 1993, there was above average snow and rain, filling the lake and prompting fears of dam collapse. All the regular outlets were opened before the lake could actually overflow, causing some flooding downstream. Right now, only one outlet is open keep the Gila River flowing.
There is a maintenance road down by the river, but a gate blocks the access road. While looking down the dam, I spotted a stairway that might be used to reach the bottom, but I wasn't ready to try it.
On the way back to town, I encountered a small band of wild horses, about ten in total. They were in an area of dead trees, but I noticed there was good grass for them to graze on.
The mountains in this region aren't big by Colorado standards, but they are rugged and quite attractive to me.
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