Brown’s Orchard

Sunrise in Willcox, Arizona

It is 6:50 in the morning, and the sun is rising over the Dos Cabezas mountains near Willcox, Arizona. Last night, we drove 200 miles southeast of Phoenix for a weekend of visiting ghost towns and, more importantly, picking apples at Brown’s Orchard. Our cheap $35-a-night motel in Willcox is a Patel operation with the familiar Gujarati cooking smell taking over the reception area; Bollywood music plays in the background. It is cold down here, a surprise to my legs covered to the knee by my all-too-thin shorts. A polo shirt and no sweater doesn’t help this situation. Fortunately, I brought socks and hiking boots.

Willcox, Arizona

We’re out on this frosty morning for a drive south to check out some old ghost towns and whatever abandoned stuff we can find.

Near Willcox, Arizona

First up is Webb, originally a railroad stop for local agriculture. An old school building, now a residence, and a collapsed dwelling are all we find; an old post office is supposed to exist, but we don’t see it.

Near Willcox, Arizona

And so we continue down dirt roads, looking for Gleeson and the Arizona Ghost Town Trail.

Joe Bono Mercantile and Bar in Gleeson, Arizona

We’ve come across Gleeson and the Joe Bono Mercantile and Bar. This old building was a general store until the 1950s, and then, after Joe Bono took it over, it was a bar that remained open until the 1970s. Apparently, it was the last operational business in town.

Joe Bono Mercantile and Bar in Gleeson, Arizona

Through the dirty window, this was what my camera could make out of the decaying old place.

Rattlesnake Ranch in Gleeson, Arizona

This is our second visit to Gleeson; the first time was six years ago with my mother-in-law when we stopped here at the world-famous Rattlesnake Ranch.

Caroline Wise in Gleeson, Arizona

After a moment of backtracking we head north on the Ghost Town Trail but first a stop to inspect a giant black grasshopper that appears to be of the “Lubber” family.

Somewhere between Gleeson and Pearce, Arizona

This dirt road with a fair amount of washboarding is taken easily in our little Hyundai Accent – in other words, any car can make this road. In Courtland, a few remains of buildings crumble away, rejoining the earth they were formed with. The jail building is holding up the best; a nearby sidewalk comes from nothing and goes nowhere, and a few foundations hint at storefronts that may have at another time opened their doors to patrons strolling by.

Local Jail in Pearce, Arizona

Pearce is at the end of the trail near the highway and, as ghost towns go, this one is doing ok. This old jail, built in 1915 for only $615, was abandoned in the mid-1930s.

Soto Bros. and Renaud Store a.k.a. the Pearce General Store in Pearce, Arizona

This particular weekend locals near the ghost town of Pearce have come out and set up stands roadside for a community yard sale. We stopped and found little of use, but the walk up and down the street was well worth our time. This is the Soto Bros. and Renaud Store, a.k.a. the Pearce General Store, built in 1896 that served the local population of the town of 1,500 until the place started to decline during the Great Depression. It is mid-morning, and time to get to the main reason we have made this journey.

Brown's Orchard in Willcox, Arizona

We are going apple picking. Last year, I stumbled upon a website telling of the opportunity to pick your own apples and have them made into apple juice while you wait. The only problem was that when I called for more information, I found that it was too late in the season to come out. This year, Brown’s Orchard proprietor June called to let me know that the apples were in, and we finally arrived on the last apple-picking weekend.

Brown's Orchard in Willcox, Arizona

With a wagon in tow, armed with fruit pickers to collect the 160 pounds (72kg) of apples we need to do our very own cider pressing. Caroline and I scour 36 acres of apple trees, hundreds of trees, in fact. We pick from Red and Golden Delicious, Red Rome Beauties, Jonathans, and our favorite – the Winesap.

Brown's Orchard in Willcox, Arizona

The trees are beautiful this time of year with leaves turning fall colors. The ground is covered with fallen apples that a flock of sheep is munching on while two dogs watch on. The aroma is of sweet apples and fragrant vinegar as the apples on the ground have seen better days.

Brown's Orchard in Willcox, Arizona

Finally, I struggle to drag our laden wagon with a flat tire back to the barn. Wasting no time, Gerard, June’s husband, got us to washing apples. Once cleaned, the apples are tossed into a grinder, filling a bucket that, in turn, is dumped into the press. By the time all the apples have been prepared, and it is time to start the pressing mechanism, 3 gallons (11.5 liters) of juice have naturally flowed from the apple mash already. Another 9.5 gallons are pressed from our hand-picked apples using the press.

Caroline Wise and John Wise at Brown's Orchard in Willcox, Arizona

As the juice flows, Gerard gives us a sample glass at first, I am aghast to drink anything made of apples since, in the orchard, Caroline and I must have eaten and sampled more than 20 apples each, but the juice is amazing, and so we sample, sample and sample some more. We have been ankle-deep in apples, picked and ate apples, washed, ground, squeezed, drank, wore apples, and would love to do it all over again.

Identify Yourself Before Robbing

Local convenience store asking shoppers to remove mask before entering

A local convenience store is asking patrons to remove their masks prior to entering the store. Hmmm, with the better part of a week before Halloween, isn’t this a little premature? Or, have I not noticed during other visits that this sign is always here? It is true that on most of my visits to this combination convenience store/gas station that I pull up to the pump, swipe my card, fill the tank and leave. Well if this sign is always on the entrance, do criminals actually comply, do they pull the stocking or ski mask off before opening the door? If all perpetrators worked this way, I’d put a sign on my own door asking they call the police to my address before they break-in.

Pumpkin – A Great Source of Fiber

A fiber optic pumpkin

Our favorite Mexican restaurant, El Conquistador on 32nd Street is where this fiber optic lit pumpkin stole my attention. I admit I have on more than one occasion found myself lost, staring at a screensaver or the programs that defrag our hard drives watching the little blocks or lines reorganizing in a hypnotic pattern – well to me anyway. This Halloween jack-o-lantern had the same mesmerizing effect. The fiber optic cables used for the lighting display a rainbow of colors that slowly change from white to orange, red, magenta, yellow, blue, and shades in-between dissolving from color to color. Caroline had to remind me I was there to have dinner with her, not stare googly-eyed at the great pumpkin.

Anywhere Left?

Map of Arizona with John and Caroline's travels highlighted

This map of Arizona has been with Caroline and me since shortly after moving to Arizona in 1995. The dark black lines are the roads traveled to date. A few other roads have been taken but are not highlighted as I drove them myself without Caroline; this is a record of our Arizona travels made together. When we bought the map, some roads weren’t paved yet, and some roads didn’t exist. There are some short segments we haven’t taken, although we have driven all of the surrounding roads, and as of yet, we haven’t returned to close those gaps. Often, we have seen so much of an area that we are certain the short road won’t show us any more than that which has already been seen. This weekend, we will fill in a small area of dirt roads around Willcox, Arizona. November 11 and 12, we will drive the Buck and Doe backcountry dirt road from Peach Springs to Grand Canyon West before we visit Meadview, Temple Bar, Pearce Ferry, and the ghost town of Chloride. On this trip, we will also return to Oatman – another ghost town, this one on old Route 66 to take the gold mine tour we missed out on a previous pass-thru. After that, there is an area on the Tohono O’odham Indian Reservation left to visit, along with a 25-mile road through the Colorado River Indian Reservation.

Stained Sky

Blue sky and little fluffy clouds over Phoenix, Arizona

I am enamored with Arizona skies. The sky over Arizona may be the single thing I will miss the most when Caroline and I move. Very rare is the day I don’t take a minute or two and look above to see what is floating overhead. Caroline has even suggested I post the Sky of the Day photo here on my blog. In all of my travels, the greatest skies I have laid eyes upon are these right here in the Southwest.

Fall Colors

Fall colors seen along State Route 288 near Young, Arizona

This weekend, we took a drive on the last untraveled road as far as our Arizona travels are concerned. State Route 288 winds its way over the Sierra Ancha mountains and through the Tonto National Forest on the way to the remote community of Young, Arizona, in the idyllic high country area known as Pleasant Valley. We came up from the south via Mesa, Superior, and Globe, turning off at Roosevelt Lake, catching about 25 miles of pavement before hitting about 45 miles of packed dirt and gravel, offering awesome views and diverse vegetation, including pine forests. The roads within the town of Young are paved, but just outside of town, on our way north to catch Highway 260 towards Payson, the asphalt gives way again to dirt for another 26 miles. Taking a break from the gorgeous drive in Young, we stopped to pet and say hi to three donkeys, which grabbed the attention of four short-legged ponies and a horse who trotted over to share the attention. After that, we found a bite to eat and some conversation with Bill and Alice at Alice’s Restaurant and Cantina – open every day but Thursday from 11:00 a.m. to 10:00 p.m., the bar stays open till 1:00 a.m.