But wait…I thought it was a Dutchman?
At this point in time, Germans were commonly referred to as Dutchmen- derived from the word they used to call their home: Deutsch. See the confusion.
Apparently, he kept it’s exact location secret, but relayed clues with his last dying breaths. Soon after his death, his caretaker began selling maps of the gold’s location to treasure seekers and explorers alike. Years went by and nothing more surfaced. The whole story may have just faded into history too, but for a man named Adolph Ruth.During the summer of 1931, Mr. Ruth disappeared while seeking the treasure in the area that is now known as the Superstition Mountains. His skull was recovered about 6 months later… with 2 bullet holes through it!
It was into this land of mystery and danger that I ventured via the Peralta trail. I arrived at the trail head around 9AM and set off almost immediately.The climb was initially fairly steep and led up a nice canyon lined with Saguaros and Palo Verdes.The top of the canyon was lined with layers of needle shaped rocks and hoodoos reminiscent of Bryce Canyon. Unlike Bryce which is composed of orange and red sandstones, this was a much darker volcanic rock.Boulders littered the upper slopes from when the elements got the best of the resistant rock.
My trek continued up to Fremont Pass where I left the few day hikers I had come across behind. The pass made for a great vantage point and revealed a huge rock outcropping appropriately called Weaver’s Needle. I continued following the Peralta Trail as it wound its way below the Needle. Eventually, it connected with the Dutchman’s Trail, which brought me into an area that I had previously visited. Here, rock fins were replaced with colored cliffs of yellow and red. Along a rare seeping spring, I set up camp for the night. Eating my chicken and Ramen noodles, I read A Dance With Dragons, the 5th book in the Game of Thrones series.
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