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April 22, 2012 / mrchickaloonbaer

Wet Beaver Creek

April 21, Saturday

An early, early morning; leaving before sunrise, seeing mule deer, jack rabbits and cows along the 12 mile gravel road to Bell Trail.   Sunrise on the red rocks and mesas, along a trail built in 1932, still used to move cattle to the Mogollon Rim.  I tried to picture balky bovines scraping along the ledges we hiked.

Four miles to “The Crack” – a narrow slice in the rocks where Wet Beaver Creek forms a deep swimming hole. We scrambled down the forty feet to a cottonwood hollow to enjoy peaceful water sounds, interrupted by a group of youngsters jumping off the rock.  Putting one foot in front of the other back to the trail head, sunshine to our backs, temperature past 90F, stopping along the creek twice to wet down shirts and head scarf.

Back to the house, naps on the recliner, going to Las Margaritas in Camp Verde for dinner, the car thermometer read 96F at 5:30PM.  Best restaurant margaritas ever, another fine day of the trip!


Bell Trail


The Crack


Las Margaritas

Self Portrait

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  1. Anonymous / May 4 2012 11:10 PM

    Under the Rim – my stomping grounds as a kid. My Dad now lives in Payson – a good excuse to get to that country annually. Patti

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