Salt River Canyon, Arizona

One of the first magnificent views when you enter the canyon from the north.

Zoomed in from the shot at the top. Yes, there is a river at the bottom of the canyon!

In Winter, Marlene is uneasy about me taking Highway 60 out of Show Low, because it is a narrow, winding road with few communities or services, in case I had an emergency. I visited my friend during a period of dry, sunny days. I was fully prepared to abandon this majestic bit of scenery if the weather was sketchy. Since the weather was excellent last week, we were both comfortable with a winding canyon road.

What an interesting series of ridges along this cliff wall.

About the time one thinks, “I want to pull over and get a look at that,” viewpoints begin to appear at the side of the road. I missed the first couple, because I talked myself into staying on the road to make good time. By the third pull out, I was powerless to resist.

Looking back along the road I had just descended.

I was delighted to notice somehow, a small dirt road entering the highway. From the highway above I could look down onto it, but as I got closer, it was obscured from view. I decided that if the road was not gated, I would take the rental car up there. There were no signs, no name, no markings, just a subtle dirt road track, and I followed it! Only a short way up a hill, the road opened onto a wide open flat space with lots of room to park and run around and take photos in all directions. I got some great shots looking down onto the highway, and the curvy, snaking road adds character to the images.

The road I will be on as soon as I’m done taking photos.

Another view of that interesting cliff with ridges, only from the downhill side.

Something about sharp rock cliffs strikes me as beauty, every time.

Switchbacks down, down, down. I cannot be the only one who was a road hazard – gawking out the window – but I confess I was one. To protect my fellow motorists, I slowed down dramatically. The canyon is shaped by the Upper Salt River, and apparently some people call it “Arizona’s OTHER Grand Canyon,” and you can see why they would.

The slice across the hillside in the center of the photo is the road rising up and away from the river on the other side. I am getting closer to it!

At the very bottom is more infrastructure. The Upper Salt River forms the border between the Fort Apache and the San Carlos Indian Reservations. The Natives have accommodated the large numbers of travelers who, like me, are unable to resist the pull of their gorgeous home, and want to stop and gaze. The facilities are simple and practical, meeting traveler needs in a remote desert location.

A family takes advantage of a large viewing platform for Apache Falls, found near the point where Highway 60 crosses the river.

Apache Falls is notable in that it is found on a river, rather than a creek.

Arizona is famous for its desert scenery, and I find delight in discovering places with water. This is a robust river, and especially so last week in the days following snowfall. The extra water caused turbulence, making it deeper and browner than it would have been in a drier situation.

I crossed this bridge and stopped at the rest area here.

At the rest area, one can access a few short trails that will lead down to the water. First, I walked out across the old bridge, to get a close look at the water. Note in the photo above that there are two bridges. In the foreground, an old highway bridge that is now used for foot traffic. Behind it is the current highway bridge, painted red.

The Upper Salt River as viewed from the bridge.

I blame Curt Mekemson and his wife Peggy for the shot above. His blog frequently contains photos of rocks and stumps and trees in which they see faces. I have now adopted this form of amusement, and see things that might not really be there. In the photo above, I see the profile of a dog in shadow, and above it the profile of a pig. Probably a lady pig, judging by her lovely long lashes.

I then walked the short trail from the parking area, and made a small loop down to those fences you see in the dog and pig photo.

My guess is that during hot summer days, there are lots of people playing in the water down here.

I hopped into the car and began the long, winding climb back out of the canyon. There were the usual vendors on the San Carlos Reservation side, who sell handmade jewelry and fresh fry bread, but I was not interested in either so I kept going. I did spot a wide pull out, and parked there. Though I could not see behind me, I hoped the view would be worth the shot. It definitely was.