Bucket of Blood Road. Seriously, that was the name of a street we passed. In this drive through eastern Arizona we are seeing again the wild west and the impact it had on these towns.
We camped near Globe and its sister city, Miami, staying up in the Pinal Mountains where the air was clear, the sunset incredible, the cool air well above freezing for sleeping in tents.
We awoke to a surprise. We knew we were camping amongst cattle when we pulled into our campsite and spotted a big cow lying down amongst the trees. But come morning—one had given birth. Umbilical cord still dangling from mama!
We headed down the mountainside, awed by the beauty of the Pinals. All around us were mountains. Pictures never look as beautiful as the real McCoy!
There is a rich mining history that spans more than a century in this area, and although it’s known as Copper Corridor, it was actually the discovery of silver in the hills around Globe and Miami in the 1870’s that first prompted settlers to set up camp.
Founded in 1873, Globe was a mining camp named after a large spherical nugget of silver that resembled a globe. Two years later the Miami silver claim was discovered a few miles west. By the 1880’s the silver had run out in the area, but the abundance of copper kept the towns alive. Even to this day, copper mining is a big employer for the local towns, employing more than 20% of residents.
When prospectors arrived to make their luck it was already inhabited by the warriors of the Apache tribes. We didn’t hear the history concerning the conflicts between the two people groups, but we were able to take in the 30th Annual Apache “Jii” Celebration (Jii= days) happening in Historic Downtown.
Vendors majored on jewelry, but we marvelled at paintings, carvings, wooden flutes, painted/carved gourds. We watched dancers, enjoyed costumes, sampled fry-bread.
Laars was amazed that these were ‘real Indians’ standing in front of him. He asked me over and over if it were so.