Experience Arizona Memory Project
As I began to go through my old pictures, they brought back many good memories of past adventures, some of which I hadn't thought about in years. I decided to scan these pictures and share them. But there's more to these memories than just the pictures. There's usually a good story to go along with them.
So I began to capture the story in word form, trying to remember as much as I could about the adventure. This proved difficult in many cases. Trails and memories ran together and I found I had forgotten a great deal. Then I had a brilliant idea: contact the people who shared them with you and get their input. They may remember things I've forgotten, remember them differently or have experienced things I hadn't while on the adventure. I would use the combination of my memory and theirs to try to tell a complete story and although these will be written in my voice, I will be using quotes from the friends who contributed.
I hope you enjoy reading about them!
Gunfire at Copper Creek (late 1980s)
Three friends and I took a camping trip to one of our favorite haunts in the late 1980s - the ghost town of Copper Creek.
During our adventure, we fended off armed intruders, used and old WWII bayonet to cut my ankles and yet again managed to be free from dating for at least another month. I still can't understand why women didn't find the corduroy shorts, flannel shirt and porn star mustache attractive?
Click here for the story.
Jeep Tubing in the Snow on Mt Lemmon (late 1980s - early 1990s)
As most of us in southern Arizona know, snow is a rare and wonderful thing. Finding a hill free from rock, cactus or trees to sled or tube down is even more rare.
The old saying, "Necessity is the mother of invention" brings us to Jeep Tubing: tying a flimsy clothesline rope to the back end of my Jeep and hauling ass down a 4WD road in the snow while pulling some clueless sucker in an inner tube.
This is how I sent my soon to be wife off the edge of the mountain. Yep, she survived, and even more astounding, married me.
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Spring Break at Chiva Falls (mid 1980s)
Spring Break with a Jeep, Landcruiser, Chiva Falls, two guys, two coolers full of cheap beer and three beautiful girls.
Sounds like an awesome adventure to me.
Except for the part when we almomst died.
Copper Creek Flash Flood (late 1980s)
I'm starting off this adventure with one I hope to never forget. Back in my college days three friends and I went to Copper Creek during monsoon season and experienced an awesome flash flood and rescued someone caught in the water.
Here's the story...