Arizona state miner., 1925-07-04
OUR EDITORS FISHING TRIP

There are several beautiful places
about one and two hours drive north
from Phoenix Our editor was re-
Gently regaled with second hand
stories about the fragrance of the
air, shade, fishing, and restful quail
ties of Cactus, Cave Creek, and Camp
Creek, all within easy drive of Phoe-
nix The result was delightful trip
to those delectabIe regions last Sat
urday with w. J. Bailey and few
friends. Of what occurred, scenery
enjoyed and the fish our editor got
is vividly told by him in the follow
ing:
If you have never ridden out into
the open with Mr.. Bailey you have
missed considerable. For he goes
everywhere and is perhaps the most
persistent week end driver to recre-
ative resorts that ever met. There
are many who follow him, too, be-
cause he knows the places to go to,
and when is the most appropriate
time.
[ have been and fished with him in
Roosevelt Lake, visited Mormon Flat,
Horse Mesa, Nogales, and Prescott,
with him at the wheel, but none more
enjoyable than the one last Saturday
when he headed for the forest re-
serves of the TontO.
We started about four o'clock and
passed through Cactus-a T. B. re-
sort with pretty little individual cabin
homes, like cigar boxes, neatly paint
ed white, and built in rows, like trees
in an orchard. Cactus must be a
healthy place, for the only patient T
observed there came out and made a
noise like the wind as he rushed to
the store to get his usual ration Of
goats milk.
Twelve miles further we dropped
into Cave Creek. We got a distant
view of the Cave Creek dam--whence
Phoenix gets it's mountain water sup
ply. We didn't see the stream and
running water that our mind had PIC
tured, but we saw folks dressed i'll
bathing suits, who had evidently come
from some convenient swimming
hole" nearby. There was at How
ards store a service station for air
and an intelligent burro, who had the
knack of opening gates to fences
around the cottages and boarding
house-where fresh bread could be
bought as cheap as in Phoenix. At
this point, which is about 20 miles
north of Phoenix are a number of
neat desert homes, nesting among
giant mesquite trees, which are owned
by Phoenix people.
From Howard's store a splendid
road runs gracefully over rolling hills,
through wooded wales and canyons to
what is known as Camp Creek. The
place is appropriately named and
campers were plentiful. Perhaps more
than a score of auto parties were
camped here and there along the
stream which here laZily percolates
along its gravelly bed in a deep can
yon, studded with cedar, alder, cot
tonwoods, sycamore and mesquite.
1t was an ideal, cooling resort for
rest and romance, among shade trees
that harbOr orioles, white wings, and
wOOdpeckers.
We were looking for the high
places, and, after envying the comfort
of those we saw lounging about on
cots or getting their evening meal
on each side of the road, we sped on
to Cartwright's ranch, six or seven
miles beyond. Arrived there, we had
supper after making camp, and spread
our quilts near the bed of the creek
drank of its trickling mountain water
and then repose-where old Soils heat
ing rays of the valley we had left fal
below were completely shut off.
Mid this exuberance of foliage, en-
jOying the cooling mountain Zephyre
that swept the wales and adjacent
ripping rilIs our party retired to rest
and repose, happy in the seclusion OF