The Dutchman wasn’t really a Dutchman, and he wasn’t lost. He was German and the lost refers to his gold mine somewhere in the Superstition Mountains. In the 19th century, Dutchman was kind of a generic term used for Europeans from Germany and surrounding countries. Kind of like how I now use the term Euro. And his lost gold mine is one of the famous tales of the old west, or at least in Arizona.
The last time we were in Arizona it was the dead of summer. The weather is much more hospitable this time of year, heck it’s almost as nice as San Diego, almost.
The blogosphere was correct about this campground. It is wonderful, well ran, and with many amenities like bird feeders throughout, great hot showers that are included in the cost, and even a mountain bike trail.
Our friends, Old man Birch and his wife, Georgie, met us out here for three of the four days. Birch’s daughter, Jenny, lives somewhere in Phoenix, so she came out for an overnight stay with her son Kyle. And their Uncle Wayne also showed up for a day. All in all it was a wonderful time.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!