Back in the 80's two fellows from New Jersey tried to run Queen Creek in a rented VW Bug. They made it alright, but only after the passenger rolled down his window, climbed out and in waist deep water steered the bug by holding on to the rear bumper and pushing it to the south side of the stream until they reached the shore a few hundred yards downstream. And that's only one story of their adventures in the Sup's that they shared with me as we backpacked together in Rogers Canyon one weekend.
When we were driving down Forest Road 172A their current rented Chevy Luv pickup slid sidways in a rut and the right rear wheel tired poped its bead. I was behind in my 4 wheel drive and shined my lights on their pickup so they could jack up the rear, remove the tire and pull the spare out from underneath. But alas, there was no spare! They then put the bad tire back on the pickup and drove down hill until they could reach a spot where they could park the pickup off to the side and let me pass.
I gave them a ride into town and as we rode I told them I was taking them to a resturant where they could wear their guns and that this resturant had sawdust three inches deep on the floor and that the waitress's also wore six shooters. They laughed at that and called me the biggest liar they had met in Arizona. After ordering our meal at Mesa's Big Apple resturant I told them that their experiences was going to make a great story in the next issue of the Phoenix Gazette. The title being "The Greenhorns From New Jersey" and that I was the outdoor editor for the newspaper. Their faces turned white and they didn't call me a liar this time. They were quite relieved and had a good laugh when they found out that this time I was lying....
A man's body may grow old, but inside his spirit can still be as young and restless as ever.
- Garth McCann from the movie Second Hand Lions
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