Anyone know what Indian Bread Rocks are? I stayed there and I still don’t know…hmm?
After Hailey determined that we were no longer in danger from a Pancho Villa attack, we headed north from Columbus, and caught the I-10 westbound at Deming.
After a quick fuel stop at Lordsburg, we found ourselves back in sunny Arizona and looking for the perfect camp spot. The road south of Bowie towards the fort of the same name looked promising. The turn-off to Indian Bread Rocks was not marked, but our map showed the right road, so we vibrated down the washboard for three miles, then turned off at a likely spot – which turned out to be a corral and windmill.
It looked like a good spot to overnight, so we did. In the morning, a short recon mission showed our destination to be less than a half mile further down the road. It was such a nice spot, that after a hard five minutes on the road, it was easy to decide to stop again and set up.
The place had authentic rock art, a lovely picnic site under shady trees, incredible rock formations, and lots of peace and quiet.
The sign did not indicate where the ‘bread rocks’ were, so I suspect the term might refer to the shape of some of the boulders in the area? But I did find these intriguing holes in the rock that made me wonder if they had been used to grind flour or corn, but perhaps they were natural?
It was hard to leave in the morning, and ‘rush hour’ was so bad that I got to chat with an older gentleman rancher who I met on the road, who provided some local history, and a welcome mat for future visits. Then if was off down the road for a few miles,
and a hike in to the site of Fort Bowie, that was established in Apache pass to defend the water source and stage coach route over the pass. It was a mile and a half hike in, with various historic and natural points of interest along the way.
The fort used an ingenious method of communication with other forts in the area.Apparently there was poor cell service in the area, so they used these heliographs to harness the sun to send morse code messages. On a clear day, they could send and receive messages with about 5 other military posts in the area, some of them over thirty miles away, from the high peak above the fort. This allowed them a tremendous advantage in combatting the Apaches, with messages relayed hundreds of miles in a matter or hours. Heliograph info here.
After Fort Bowie we checked out a side road near Chiricahua National Monument.
When I started to see double, I decided to turn around! We ended up at the Whitewater Draw Wildlife refuge – where the sandhill cranes congregate. Perhaps Hailey knew she was going to have company, because she insisted on having a bath before we got there.
We were surprised to find another handsome, leash-trained grey cat in the camper next to us, but her best efforts to capture his tail only resulted in hissing and a few swats.
Then, the next day, we used all of our rusty trained investigator skills to track down the one and only (drum roll), Bayfield Bunch! We found us a high hill and looked for a Jeep in a cloud of dust – that led us straight to them.
Here they are with the doggy guys, while Hailey stayed in the truck. If you look carefully, you can see her watching from behind Al’s right shoulder. As usual we exchanged intelligence on best camp spots, communication devices, and the good life in the south country.
Now that their cover is blown, I suspect they will be moving on shortly! That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it!