|HEADING TOWARD OCATILLO|
We dropped back down into the desert and turned off in Ocatillo, a small desert town with "narry a yellow dog wagging it's tail." Glad I don't live there. We think it must be mainly border patrol people and their families. We saw lots of border patrol in trucks and in helicopters. I don't want to be an illegal alien walking in that area of the desert. I would most likely relish being picked up if I were out there in the summer.
We had our book of the journals of the Battalion with us so we read of that portion of the trip and were able to imagine what the area was like as they traveled. It was flat for a portion of the way and then began to climb into very high and rocky terrain.
We drove into the Anza Barreo State Park that has over 500 miles of roads and trails in the desert.
We stopped at a trail that lead to a grove of Palm Trees and natural springs and hiked up to it. Strange to see clear cool water flowing over the parched sands and rocks. We met a man who has been coming there for over 7 years. He tries to repair the damaged old Indian and pioneer trails. He said there are over 50 of these springs within 10 miles. I can imagine it was a welcome sight to those pioneers.
|OASIS IN THE DESERT|
A clear spring of fresh water in the desert.
|THE BUTTERFIELD STAGE TRAIL|
|The Mormon Battlion Trail|
|THE MORMON BATTALION TRAIL|
We hiked down into Box Canyon on the Battalion Trail for quite a ways. It was an amazing feeling to walk where those brave and faithful people walked.
Drove to the next stop where we tried to find the remains of the last standing Butterfield Stage building. We couldn't find it but Mark saw a marker. We met a gentleman who was quite familiar with the area and he had never seen the site. So we will look another time. As we drove up the mountain we could look over the ridge and see what was the remains of the Butterfield Stage Road and possibly the Battalion Trail.
Just before Warner Ranch we came to an area described in our book on one of the last legs of the Battalion. They described a lush area with an abundance of Cottonwood trees and fertile land. It was surely just as they described it and must have been a welcome sight to those weary travelers.
Funny thing was that they all wanted to order a whole pie to take home. We found out that this little town is famous for it's pie. We didn't have any because we had just bought a whole pie at Marie Callendars which is down the street from where we are staying. Next time. We most definitely want to go back here and explore the town and have a piece of pie.
Made it home exhausted but had a wonderful adventurous day. After that dry and arid drive it surely was a thrill to see this beautiful Bird of Paradise plant in our RV Park.