Sabino Canyon

Sabino CANYON PRECIOUS JEWEL of the SANTA CATALINA'S

that reflect the clouds and the blue sky and finally being held by a dam, where it makes a small lake in which is mirrored all the beauty of Heaven and earth.

Sabino Canyon is of easy access to the motorist. A fine, graded road betwen Tucson and Sabino Canyon cuts through a beautiful desert region, which this spring will glow with blooms and blossoms. The Forest Service has developed commodious camp sites, which add to the enjoyment of a camping trip in the area. There is fishing in season and for the hiking enthusiast, the whole expansive range of mountain loveliness, described as the Santa Catalinas, invites one with a thousand tempting trails.

Here is a place to rest and to dream. Here is a place where vagrant, lazy thoughts steal upon you and steal lazily away.

It bears the trademark, "Arizona," for you could find no such place anywhere else on earth. In spring, if you happen that way, you'll find flowers in abundance; cacti, like braggarts, holding out their blooms for all the world to see; and you'll find fragrance and peace everywhere... R. C.

Travelogue to Spring . . .

If your quest is Spring, come to our land. Every highway in the state east, west, north, south-will carry you to a happy rendezvous with the gayest of all our gay seasons.

Spring's modish trademark is everywhere in our land. The Joshua Forest to the west and north of Kingman; the Joshua Forest to the west of Congress Junction; the great desert stretch between Chandler and Tucson; that wild remote area, the Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument, south of Ajo; Saguaro National Monument, near Tucson; all the countless miles of foothills and low mountains throughout the state, half desert and half mountain: here is Spring.

Spring in our land is many things. To the lover and student of cacti, it may be a tiny Pincushion holding a large blossom, or it may be that intricate creation of Nature called the blossoming Saguaro. To the painter it may be the desert landscape and the distant range of purple mountains, the vivid white clouds lazying above those mountains and the crystalline clearness beyond and above the clouds called blue sky. To the poet it may be the droning of the bees in the mesquite blossom, or the music of a clear, cold stream hurrying down from a snow bank on some high mountain. To the motorist, Spring may be the carpets of gold and blue of wild flowers along the highway, and there are many miles of highway and many miles of wild flowers in our land.

To the rancher, Spring means the thick grass on the desert floor or the hillsides of grass you find in Santa Cruz county and Cochise county. Spring means to many the citrus trees in blossom, and to others dreamy afternoons just sitting in the sun.

Spring has a special surprise for the traveler this year. The dams along the Apache Trail, six months ago nearly empty as the result of a long drought, are this year churning full of water that has come boiling down the watershed to record an all-time mark for storage. Roosevelt Dam, a mile-post in the history of reclamation, last Spring but a mud-hole, is filling to over-flow capacity this Spring.

Yes, it's Spring! A happy, generous, colorful, fragrant Spring!

Your Spring travelogue points to our land. Spring's calendar reads April and May and early June. . . the enchanted months in this enchanted land... R. C.

Of Blossoms and Blue Skies

This issue we speak of blossoms and blue skies because that wholly delightful season called Spring is with us again. Our cover is dedicated to the season, as it should rightly be. The subject is an ocotillo in full bloom, a pictorial study by R. C. Proctor. In color it would be a study in blue, green and red, but even in black and white it tells of the sunniness and light-hearted sparkle of Spring in our land. She's a pippin'! Spring, we mean!

As a guide to Spring we have in these pages a glance at a "Family Album of Cactus," a discussion of the blossoming of the saguaro, and a pictorial essay entitled "Spring Bouquet." You could write twenty volumes on all that happens to flowers, the cacti family, and the rest of the picturesque flora of our land in Spring. And then you wouldn't half cover the subject. We hope that at least we have given some hint of what a high old time Spring has in Arizona.

We are pleased to present in these pages a complete story, with words and pictures, on the Casa Grande National Monument. Francis Elmore, who supplied the words, is associated with the Park Service and fully qualified to discuss learnedly and in considerable detail one of the most interesting monuments in the state. Whenever we visit the Casa Grande we can't help wondering. Here is a four-story building, made of mud, that has stood for six long centuries, in wind and rain, baked by a thousand blistering suns, and yet it still stands. Will our buildings, streamlined and swanky, endure the weather as well after six centuries? We wonder.

We always marvel when mention is made of the Lady Banksia rosebush growing in the patio of the Rose Tree Inn in Tombstone. Maybe it's because we have tried our hand in growing a few roses ourselves. Tombstone's Lady Banksia, as Hal Hayhurst tells us this issue, came all the way from Scotland fifty years ago. It grew and grew and grew until they say it's the biggest rose bush in the world. You can see it for yourself if you're down Tombstone way sometime in April, and when you see it you'll not doubt its claim to the title. It's truly something to see. While we're on the subject of Tombstone we have some material this issue about a famous American, Endicott Peabody, past and present history. From Parsons' Diary we see Dr. Peabody, as a young man, arrive in Tombstone over sixty years ago as pastor and builder of the first Protestant church. In February, now retired as headmaster of famed Groton's School, Dr. Peabody returned for one Sunday to Tombstone. There's interesting history in both events.

Also in these pages we introduce to you our new highway commissioner from Coconino county, we give you a pictorial essay on Wickenburg, and we tell you something of that fine Tucson artist, Hurlstone Fairchild. Welcome to Spring!

ARIZONA HIGHWAYS

PUBLISHED IN THE INTEREST OF GOOD ROADS BY ARIZONA HIGHWAY DEPARTMENT RAYMOND CARLSON, EDITOR For march, nineteen hundred forty one, arizona highways has the pleasure of presenting for your entertainment notes on spring and other material relating to arizona, the enchanted land:

Sabino Canyon a place for a picnic

The Casa Grande after six centuries

Family Album of Cacti some family to know

Of Wickenburg and Environs along the hassayampa

Watching the Saguaro Bloom pictures taken at night

Tombstone's Lady Banksia world's largest rosebush Loren W. Cress. The Highway Commissioner from Coconino County gov. osborn's wise selection "Spring Bouquet: A Primer for Poets" pictures of a spring parade Frontier Pastor Returns for a Day of present history A Two-Fisted Pastor Arrives in Tombstone of past history Fairchild-Engineer Turned Artist student of the desert

1940 Travel Flow business keeps increasing

Road Projects Under Construction new roads, better roads Yours Sincerely.. and Sincerely to You....inside back cover comments from readers

1941 Arizona Highway Map back cover