In the White Mountains of Arizona (1972-74): Rivers and Other Reservation Scenes

The White Mountain Apache Reservation was large.  I remembered that it had at least a million acres, but upon doing some research to pin things down, I find that it comprises 2,627 square miles, or 1.6 million acres.  I think it was occupied by about 10,000 Tribal members when I was there, spread over six or eight or ten little communities.  

The scenery was magnificent.  Rivers, creeks, canyons, high desert, alpine forest and many lakes, ranging from about two to nine-hundred acres.  Hawley Lake at 8,000 feet elevation and 300 acres was one of the nearby ones I visited frequently; Sunrise Lake, 9300 feet and 900 acres, was harder to reach and near the Sunrise Ski Resort, a development project in progress.  The White River I saw daily, but there were other rivers throughout.  Mount Baldy (11,000+ feet?) was the highest point on the Reservation and I think was the location of the headwaters of the Salt and Little Colorado Rivers, but I would have to do some real research to speak authoritatively now on this.

I was told that the Reservation provided some of the best fishing in the entire Southwest U.S. and, indeed, in season, the tiny town of Pinetop was overrun with anglers whose trucks and trailers choked the few streets and quickly filled up the few motels.   No fishing for me; it was all sightseeing, hiking and photography.

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Death Valley, Thanksgiving 1971

Possibly my favorite place in North America, Death Valley became a frequent destination for photographic treks from about 1967 – 1978.  One such visit took place over a long Thanksgiving weekend in 1971; some new finds from the negative archives are presented here.  From about 1974 on, the Land Rover was the vehicle of choice to traverse terrifying mining trails.  But in 1971, it was the VW camper (pictured a couple of times here).  (I have also done Death Valley with Ford truck, Porsche and Alfa Romeo at various times.)  There is no bad time to go — of course, 120+ degree summers scare off many people, but in some ways that is the best experience.  Thanksgiving is ideal in terms of moderate weather and the least  tourists (springtime is most popular: decent weather and sometimes surprising blooming flowers).  Don’t get me started about Death Valley … it can feel like several distinct planets and a religious experience (think Carlos Castaneda) and more.

Mineral King and Sawtooth Peak Weekend (1972)

Today’s discovery in the ancient and never-published film negative archives documents a 1972 backpack with a couple of friends and Sierra Club members to the Mineral King area of the southern Sierra Nevada mountain range.  First day we hiked to around 7000 feet where we camped overnight on the shore, just a few feet from the water in an ice-cold snowmelt-fed lake.  (You can see the lake in pics both at shore level and looking down from the overhead peak.) The next day was a stripped-down-for-action scramble up the rocks for another 4000 or so feet to the top of Sawtooth Peak.