Zane Grey

Here's Grey in an opening paragraph for a new novel, The Shores of Lethe: "Folly, thou has cost me dear; the light of woman's eye-ah, Wine-thou mocker! Outcast am I, thrown from my father's house hard upon the world, after an idle, luxurious, improvident youth. Better surely, to yield to the strain of suicide blood in me and seek forgetfulness in the embrace of cold dark death...."

Pompous, and stilted, they were Grey's "periods of retardation" as Dolly called them. But those convoluted sentences and many like them were also the strong link which went beyond everything else to hold them together. Through the next thirty-three years of their lives together, Dolly performed as Grey's tutor of grammar, rhetoric, and English literature; his editorial guide to syntax and spelling; his sounding board, mentor, business agent, public relations consultant.

She coddled him through "black moods" of manic depression; nurtured his monumental ego; indulged him his long trips without her; negotiated the fees for books, magazine serializations, and movies.

And she ignored his many love affairs. Trim, handsome Grey was a womanizer. For all his loner instincts, the moralistic posturings of his Quaker background, and his teetotaler's tirades against loose living, his was an open marriage. According to their daughter, Betty Grey Grosso, he told Dolly about all his affairs. Adds their son, Dr. Loren P. Grey, his were not casual liaisons; they were long-lasting attachments. On one of his trips, he wrote Dolly that a woman was urging him to divorce.

On the rim of the Tonto Basin in 1923, Grey built a hunting lodge on a three-acre tract (see story page 36). It was one of several homes Grey's income afforded him. His six-figure earnings also cost him a payment in taxes that year of $44,000. A lifelong foe of the Internal Revenue Service, Grey, in 1931, hoped to resolve his long-standing tax problems over a lunch with President Herbert Hoover. The IRS was not impressed.(LEFT) Mrs. Margaret Sell, curator of Zane Grey's lodge.

"Isn't that ridiculous?" he queried.

A book published after his death (as many were between 1940 and 1965), The Reef Girl, about a young American writer who takes up with a South Seas prostitute, is considered by many Grey aficionados to be autobiographical.

Why did brilliant, vivacious, well-educated Dolly persist in such an uneven partnership?

Theirs was a deep, abiding love, despite everything, say some of their friends. Dolly was well aware of history and her part in it, say others. For various reasons, they needed each other and knew their destinies apart would achieve nothing for either of them, say still others. Perhaps the best answer is all of the above.

Nonetheless, there's a tad of irony there. Betty Zane achieved fame by carrying gunpowder in an apron slung over her shoulder; on the same family tree, Dolly Grey lived in the shadow of fame by carrying different, perhaps heavier, burdens over longer hauls.

Once home from the honeymoon, Grey met flamboyant Buffalo Jones, a reformed buffalo hunter who had come East from the Grand Canyon area to raise money for a revolutionary project: the hybridization of Galloway cattle with buffalo to produce a meatier, hardier strain he would call cattalo. It was to be a fateful meeting.

When Jones presented the idea to the prestigious Campfire Club, lacing his narration with tales of lassoing wild cougar in the Canyon, they laughed him off the podium. (Jones's plan had only one drawback. The calves so bred were sterile. In recent years, Bud Basalo of Sacramento, California, broke the genetic code by crossing holsteins with buffalo. The calves are fertile. He calls them beefalo.) On the positive side, Grey counseled Buffalo Jones to hire a writer-himself-to legitimize the project. As credentials, he offered a copy of Betty Zane.

Jones approved the idea, but refused to pay Grey's transport to Arizona. With the last of her inheritance, Dolly grubstaked her husband's trip. For the next six months, during which he and Jones actually did rope mountain lion, he rafted the Colorado, joined a Mormon caravan, met the nomadic Navajos. The incredible journey was the catalyst for all the Westerns to come. But ironically, the magic didn't touch the book built around Jones. The Last of the Plains-men was rejected by Harper & Brothers. The editor went so far as to comment he saw nothing in it to convince him Grey would ever be a writer. For the next four years, the judgement seemed to hold merit. The Greys' income-what little there was-came from sales of a few juvenile books and articles about fishing. But then 1910 arrived.

That year, Grey produced his first Western novel, The Heritage of the Desert. It was immediately accepted by the same Harper's editor. The characters were based on people met on the caravan with Buffalo Jones.

The following year, Grey began writing the novel that was to become his most popular and win such accolades as "the greatest Western ever written." It was called Riders of the Purple Sage.

Following long custom, he wrote it on foolscap in longhand while astride his favorite Morris chair with a lapboard across his knees. This novel, too, was based on characters and places garnered from notes taken during his Arizona trip with Jones. It was to become another custom: when he put the period to the last page of the manuscript, he turned it over to Dolly for editing. His own interest in the work exhausted, he would leave on extended trips, if not to Arizona, then on adventures that took him into fishing waters from Nova Scotia to New Zealand, eventually netting him nine world records.

But one more snag. Riders of the Purple Sage, the story of conflict between Mormons and non-Mormons, was rejected. Editors feared the book would offend devotedly religious readers.

Home from a trip to Arizona and Mexico, Grey went over the head of the Harper's editor and asked the firm's publisher to read it. The publisher's wife sat up all night doing just that. The book was released in 1912 and became a raging success.

Then with steamroller momentum came such books as Desert Gold, The Light of Western Stars, Rainbow Trail, The Border Legion, The U. P. Trail, Man of the Forest.

Three movies were made. Lone Star Ranger hit the best-seller lists. The Grey family-now consisting of three children, Romer, Betty, and Loren-moved to California to be close to Hollywood and Arizona.

With information garnered from campfire stories told by friends-Arizonans Al Doyle, a hunting guide; the Wetherill brothers, Indian traders who discovered Rainbow Bridge and Mesa Verde ruins; Babe Haught and his family, ranchers in the Tonto Basin-Grey was producing copy at the rate of 100,000 words per month.

Desert of Wheat, Wanderer of the Wasteland, The Mysterious Rider, To the Last Man, Call of the Canyon, Day of the Beast (as Shores of Lethe was finally titled after much rewriting), Code of the West, and Thundering Herd.

Arizona Highways Magazine/35

A Zane Grey Zealot's Gift to the Ages

Of the millions of readers of the late Zane Grey, it fell to one man to establish an Arizona shrine to Grey's memory. Open to the public March through November, the Zane Grey cabin is fully restored on its original site under the Mogollon Rim near Payson. Its restoration was largely the inspiration and labor of the late William H. Goettl, a Phoenix air conditioning executive. The last several miles to it are along a winding dirt road lined with tall pines. As one comes into the parking area, the rim Grey made famous in his books comes into startling view. Opal caprock glinting in the sun; a wall of vermilion rock beneath; then a fringe of pine stretching against the skyline. The hunting lodge itself, sparkling white clapboard with a front porch hung like a scaffold over Tonto Basin, possesses its own view, telescoping an eighty-mile vista of purple mountains, green meadows, and cloud castles in a cobalt sky. From this porch, with lapboard across his knees, Grey wrote descriptions that were to color many of his sagas of Arizona. Visitors from Germany, Iran, Australia, Czechoslovakia, Morocco, Saudi Arabia, Zanzibar, England, France, China, Holland, and Latin America have signed the guest register, along with thousands of Americans. Curator and tour guide Margaret Sell, widow of a rancher-rodeo rider, and caretaker Mel Counseller are both Grey aficionados. "I read Man of the Forest when I was fourteen," says Mrs. Sell, "and was hooked from then on." "Grey set twelve books and filmed five movies here. His own favorite book was Wanderer of the Wasteland, about two Cain-and-Abel type brothers at cross purposes in Death Valley. He felt that was his most profound book and that he'd put a lot of himself into writing it. Even walked through Death Valley to do it." "In 1918, he met Al (Babe) Haught, A pioneer rancher, bought these three acres from him and asked Haught to build this place while he was away." The Haught family Babe was helped by his sons-did bring twentyfour-foot timbers slung between two little mules from Winslow because they thought chinked log might not be comfortable enough for Grey, Sell said, adding, "but the story that Grey was disappointed because they'd built a "city house" simply is not true. He drew the plans for this place himself." The cabin's furnishings today are sparse, but the main room is lined with glass cases holding photos, guns, riding gear, and movie equipment. "Come sit on the porch and catch the cool," Sell invites visitors who show up during slack periods. "Dustin Hoffman and Loni Anderson visited here. Over and over again, people tell me their trip to the cabin fulfilled a life-long dream. Isn't it nice they can fulfill a dream for a one dollar entrance fee? Those donations support us." "Grey and his movie cronies used to drive to Kohl's Ranch and then pack the rest of the way in. When Dolly was along, she stayed at Kohl's. She simply wasn't cut out for roughing it." "Mr. Goettl got this place in 1963, restored it well, almost totally rebuilt it board for board-and opened it in 1968. That little log building over there was used in Randolph Scott movies. "Mr. Goettl said Arizona had been good to him, and he wanted to leave something nice in return. Folks from all over the world tell me his gift has been the most exciting part of visiting America. Some even rate it over the Grand Canyon." Zane Grey Cabin, registered in 1974 as a National Historic Site, is twentyfive miles east of Payson, off State Route 260. Just beyond the entrance to Kohl's Ranch, a sign on the left directs traffic up the dirt road to the shrine. - Maggie WilsonThe latter book has a tale attached, a revealing incident illuminating Grey's dependence on Dolly's editing. In 1923 it was she, not he, who left on an extended trip. She sailed for Europe; and Grey wrote Thundering Herd, and submitted it to a publisher. The story wasn't rejected, exactly. But for the first time in many years, it was returned with the firm request for an extensive rewrite. Grey panicked, but in the heroic style of his Western heroes, he sweat bullets and polished the manuscript as required. The lesson was learned. With Dolly's input came The Vanishing American, Bee Hunter, Deer Stalker Don, Captives of the Desert, Forlorn River, Nevada, Open Range, The Water Hole, Sunset Pass. All were sold for magazine serialization and for high pay; most would later go into hardcover books. The Greys added a third home, this one at Avalon on Catalina Island, and a new fishing yacht for Grey. His fishing and outdoor adventures enhanced his personal popularity. But his little cabin under the rim in Arizona was still his favorite home away from home. There he produced Fighting Caravans, The Drift Fence, The Sheep Herder, The Yellow Jacket Feud, Rustlers of Silver River, plus more fishing and juvenile books. Arizona was home ground. He'd used it and made it his own. At least so he thought. In 1929, Grey returned to Arizona with an entourage of friends and plans to take them bear hunting. But the State of Arizona, in an attempt to depoliticize its Game and Fish Commission, had established new hunting dates under the jurisdiction of a hard-nosed game warden. Both the governor and the game warden denied Grey's request for an out-of-season permit, and Grey left the state in a snit. After a year, he wrote the editor of Flagstaff's Coconino Sun that he had been "grossly insulted" and had turned his back on Arizona forever. Says a current Grey biographer, Dr. Joe L. Wheeler, "Had he lived longer, he would have been back. His children said he was making such plans when he died in 1939. "He was an incredible egotist and an advocate of the power of positive thinking. That's why he was so successful. He believed he had popularized Arizona around the world and had the right to do as he pleased in Arizona. So he was ripe for a fall." To this day, Arizonans debate this sensational episode. Some agree with Northern newspaper editors who had urged that Grey be given an honorary lifetime open season hunting license.

Zane Grey ZANE GREY Code of the West CHAPTER ONE

Code of the West, a magazine serial, was written in five weeks during 1923. The Country Gentleman promptly paid Grey $30,000 for it. Alan Benoit photoOthers side with a theme editorialized by the Tucson Citizen, "...but Zane Grey is going to quit it, and he expects the colored desert to mourn for him. When the parent stars stalk the heavens for the lost Pleiad, wandering unmissed for aeons, the colored desert will miss Zane Grey."

Under the Tonto Rim, Arizona Ames, The Hash Knife Outfit, Arizona Clan, Stranger from the Tonto, Boulder Dam. His Arizona stories continued to be published, along with his other books, long after his death.One book, Thirty Thousand on the Hoof, went to press with a chapter missing. Wheeler later found the lost chapter in a stack of manuscripts in Ohio. He hopes to get the book republished with the chapter added. In its present form, that story of a frontier wife comes off second best to Filaree, by Marguerite Noble, a native Arizonan who was born, reared, and still lives under Grey's beloved Tonto Rim at Payson.

Some critics, including the University of Arizona's man of letters, Lawrence Clark Powell, claim Grey exhausted his talent in three great books, Heritage of the Desert, Riders of the Purple Sage, and Rainbow Trail.

Says Powell, "Those three books represent his zenith; Boulder Dam, his nadir. The more he wrote, the more careless he grew, until his books only echoed the thunder of his first, best work. As public and publisher demanded more, he provided it in bulk on a descending level. Most are no more than readable romances.

"Nonetheless," says Dr. Powell, "Zane Grey was the first of his kind, and he remains the best."

Dr. Wheeler agrees with Powell's final statement. "Zane Grey," says Wheeler, "is the logical successor to James Fenimore Cooper as the last chronicler of the frontier, which began vanishing at the time Grey began to write. No other popular writer mirrored the age in which he lived so powerfully and so eloquently as did Zane Grey."

Native Arizonan and former newspaper columnist, Maggie Wilson divides her time between public relations work and freelance writing.

ZANE GREY'S ARIZONA

A new book appears on the horizon about the life and times of Zane Grey. With an introduction by his son, Loren, Candace C. Kant has written Zane Grey's Arizona. "Coverage of his feminine companions," the publisher's announcement letter states teasingly. But much more is emphasized: the impact that Grey's vision of Arizona had upon the nation and state; images of rugged terrain; and pioneer values of the frontier.

Photographs from the Grey family collection, none of which have been published in book form, will illustrate Zane Grey's Arizona. Two hundred pages, hardcover $13.95. Northland Press, P.O. Box N, Flagstaff, AZ 86002.

Treks to Tonto Trout BY BOB WHITAKER

Zane Grey not only was a famous Western writer but a world-class angler whose globe-trotting exploits landed him most of the world's premier game fish. He also set a host of fishing records, some of which stand today.

Yet, when Grey got tired of his travels, he often headed back to his cabin near Tonto Creek and the life he loved “under the Tonto Rim” (as one of his best-sellers was titled). The rocky pinnacles, dense forests, and rushing trout streams between Pine and Pleasant Valley so inspired him that words flowed from his pen as freely as the current in the creeks.

Today, Zane Grey's passion for the Mogollon Rim Country, its woods and streams, lives on through dozens of novels. So, too, the sparkling mountain brooks that Grey relished fishing.

The streams that trickle and roar from this massive section of the rim are (from west to east): Pine, Webber, and Chase creeks, the East Verde River, and Dude, Bonita, Ellison, Tonto, Horton, Christopher, Haigler, and Canyon creeks.

The angling options: dabble a worm for tiny trout in midget brooks where it is impossible to fish in conventional ways; wade bigger waters like the East Verde where a canopy of tree limbs snatch your flies; or fish one of the Southwest's finest blue-ribbon streams, Canyon Creek, meandering through open meadows where deep pools boast some of the north country's biggest brown and rainbow trout. The options continue. There are stretches of pure wilderness where you can cast over waters that rarely see an artificial fly, or you can wander along more heavily-fished stretches, catching planted fish between summer cabins and busy campgrounds.

Reach the headwaters of most Rim Country streams by hiking the fifty-onemile Highline Trail that connects the OW Ranch on Canyon Creek and the community of Pine. It is possible in a single dayand a hike of eighteen miles to creel a breakfast of browns from the East Verde, take some Bonita Creek brookies for lunch, then broil an evening dinner catch of rainbows at a campsite along Ellison Creek.

Pine Creek springs from the rim in a tight canyon beneath majestic Milk Ranch Point. The creek tumbles through a forest carpeted with ferns until reaching a private youth camp where most of the stream flow is diverted to the town of Pine. What remains slips underground, reemerging several miles downstream below Tonto Natural Bridge.

Trout are small in this upper portion, Trout are small in this upper portion, where a nine-inch rainbow merits trophy honors. Shoreline brush and overhanging trees make casting a chore. But fishing conditions improve below Tonto Natural Bridge; in the wilderness depths of lower Pine Creek Canyon. Pools in this boxedup gorge produce some goliath trout only the hardy seek out. The easiest way to reach these waters is to hike downstream two miles from the natural bridge. It also is possible to hike in about two miles from a rough road that follows the east side of Pine Creek Canyon.

Pretty Webber Creek that bubbles from the rim on the opposite (east) side of Milk Ranch Point is one of my favorites. Not because this tiny brook harbors big trout. It doesn't. But Webber is a delightful stream that dances through a pristine forest where tassle-eared squirrels and whitetail deer cavort.

An ultra-light spinning outfit and tiny Mepps spinner or Z-Ray lure prove deadly on Webber Creek rainbows. Pinch down the hook barbs to release the smallish trout unharmed. The bonus to a late summer sortie up Webber Creek comes when you round a bend and discover a bank smothered with raspberry bushes.

To fish Webber Creek hike one mile through Camp Geronimo Boy Scout Camp, nine miles north of State Route 87. Permission to cross usually is granted with a smile. The alternative is to take a trail that drops off the rim from Forest Service Road 147, a distance of three-quarters of a mile.

Below the scout camp, Webber Creek dives underground, reemerging a few miles

downstream where the forest drops back from the creek, making for easier flycasting. To reach lower Webber Creek, take Forest Service Road 272 for three miles to where Webber Creek joins the East Verde, and begin fishing upstream.

Two fascinating streams help form the headwaters of the East Verde River: Chase Creek, short but fishy, coming in from the west, and Dude Creek, a larger stream with pure-strain brook trout.

Best fishing on Chase Creek begins onehalf mile above the Girl Scout camp where you'll hike past the ruins of an old fish hatchery.

Any artificial fly, #16 size or smaller, will take brookies from upper Dude Creek, a brilliantly colored wild shut off from civilization. The trout are small but exciting to catch. Dude is a jump-across stream where a three-foot-wide pool is enormous and a seven-inch trout a brute.

The East Verde is a major trout stream increasing in size as it absorbs one tiny tributary after another through its thirty-five mile course. Best fishing comes in the first fourteen miles, where both browns and rainbows rise to the fly.

The upper East Verde seems to have trouble deciding whether to go public or private as it twists and turns through alternate stretches of private and national forest lands. Good fishing water is found along the Houston Mesa Road and north of the Control Road above Washington Park. A few big browns thrive in the underfished pools below East Verde Park down to Pig Spring, west of Payson.

I first followed Zane Grey's trail through the woods along Bonita Creek to test a homemade four-andone-half-foot flyrod I call the "Brushbeater." The rod is designed for underhand casting through brush. The pools of Bonita Creek were perfect for testing the rod.

Tonto Trout

I probably took two dozen trout that morning. Not a one measured over nine inches, but that didn't matter because the challenge in fishing Bonita Creek is sneaking up on a pool without being seen by the wary trout, then dropping a fly so naturally the fish will take.

Continuing east, Ellison Creek has characteristics similar to Bonita, except it carries more water and is populated with rainbows, heavily fished.

Tonto Creek has suffered devastating floods since Zane Grey first ambled down to the stream with a fishing rod. But the creek survives and remains one of the more popular trout waters in Arizona.

Born in a deep pocket of the rim between Myrtle Point and Promontory Butte, fifty-five-mile-long Tonto Creek plum mets through pine forests, rocky gorges, cactus-studded flats before finally blending its waters with Roosevelt Lake.

Fishing in upper Tonto Creek is largely for put-and-take stocked fish, but some giant browns and rainbows lurk in the wilderness pools of Hell's Gate Canyon where some pools are 20-feet deep. It takes heavy spinning lures like Z-Rays, Countdown Rapalas, or Roostertails to induce the bottom-hugging browns to strike. A wellmarked five-mile trail takes off for Hell's Gate from Little Green Valley, northeast of Payson.

Horton Creek is a secretive tributary to Tonto Creek that ends its short run from the rim as a dry wash, midway between the hatchery and Kohl's Ranch.

Just about the time you decide the hike up Horton Creek is fruitless, watery pools begin appearing one mile above the Tonto. When they start connecting up, the fishing fun begins. Horton boasts a healthy population of naturally reproduced brown trout stemming from an original introduction in the 1930s.

Activity bustles at Christopher Creek where this heady stream crosses State Route 260, five miles east of Kohl's Ranch.

There is good fishing above the private lands along the highway in See Canyon, with bigger trout found below the campground where the canyon boxes into a narrow chasm.

Some of my fondest fishing memories "under the Tonto Rim" are of the tricky trout in Haigler Creek. It was here some twenty years ago, fishing above Chamberlain Trail Crossing, that I met Vern Gillette, who ranched along the stream and knew the wily ways of these mountain-bred trout. Gillette taught me to glide a fly along undercut banks where the biggest browns hid and to concentrate on the evening rise when these shy trout are most vulnerable to an artificial fly. I've taken some very nice fish from Haigler...and lost even better ones.

Three miles below the developments around Chamberlain Trail Crossing, Haigler shakes off the last vestiges of civilization and races to its juncture with Tonto Creek in Hell's Gate Canyon. There are some beautiful fish in this fourteen-mile stretch of unfished pools and riffles.

Finally, there is Canyon Creek-the "blue ribbon" classic of the Rim Country. The quiet trout-rich waters that flow through the meadows of historic OW Ranch played host not only to Zane Grey, but actor/outdoorsman Clark Gable, who frequently fished and hunted here. Canyon Creek is Arizona's answer to Idaho's world-famous Spring Creek, Pennsylvania's Letort Creek, and the chalk streams of England. My heart throbs with anticipation every time I drop off the Young Road enroute to a date with the trout on OW Ranch. The upper portion of Canyon Creek, between the rim and Fort Apache Indian Reservation, is restricted to flyfishing only.

Flyfishing through the ranch and up to the hatchery is sheer delight. The aroma of open grassland drifts through the air as your flyline shoots, unencumbered by tree limbs, up to the next pool where a hungry rainbow is slurping insects off the surface. A rustic split-log fence flanks the creek along the decaying remains of a one room cabin that once stood sentinel over one of the better pools.

If you play your casts right, there are big fish to be caught. Canyon Creek rainbows are reckless and easy to fool, but the browns are clever and avoid a clumsily placed cast or unnatural drift of the fly.

It was rim streams like this that won the heart of Zane Grey, remote, unpolluted, and full of fighting trout, just as they were sixty years ago when the author sat on his porch and let the Mogollon Rim inspire his tales of the Southwest frontier.

BOOKSHELF

For a number of years Constance Wynn Altshuler, Tucson historian and writer, has researched early Arizona history. Her work has been published by the Arizona Historical Society, 949 East Second Street, Tucson, AZ 85719. In 1969 she published LATEST FROM ARIZONA! THE HESPERIAN LETTERS, 1859-1861 ($10.00, hardcover), a carefully edited compendium of lively firsthand accounts from Thompson M. Turner, an observant, articulate journalist who reported to California and St. Louis newspapers many of the exciting events of mid-nineteenthcentury Arizona frontier life. Mrs. Altshuler's notes, biographical sketches, and index and Don Bufkin's map are important additions.

In 1981 appeared Altshuler's CHAINS OF COMMAND: ARIZONA AND THE ARMY, 1856-1875 ($19.00, hardcover; $15.00 softcover). This well-researched book was an outgrowth of the author's intellectual curiosity concerning Arizona's early military commands and how, why, and when they changed. In chronological sequence she discusses the Department of New Mexico, of which Arizona was an ephemeral part, the role of the California Volunteers, the various districts of Arizona, the districts of Tucson, the Lower Colorado, the Verde, the Upper Colorado, and Prescott, and the administrations in the 1870s of George Stoneman and George Crook. There are biographies of a number of the officers stationed in Arizona, photographs of many of the principal military personnel, eight of cartographer Don Bufkin's maps, notes, and an index. This is military history at its best: highly readable, very accurate.

The author's STARTING WITH DEFIANCE: NINETEENTH CENTURY ARIZONA MILITARY POSTS was published in 1983 as number seven in the Arizona Historical Society's Historical Monograph Series ($16.00, hardcover; $8.00, softcover). Her painstaking research has corrected errors of fact in similar earlier works. In her introduction she discusses briefly the administrative background of the Arizona military in the latter half of the nineteenth century and their daily routines. The historical summary for each fort and camp, fine historical photos, maps by Don Bufkin, an index, notes, and a bibliography make this publication an excellent reference work on Arizona's territorial-era military posts.

There also is an incredible collection of color photography in this book, more art than mere image-making, by the very best scenic photographers in the Southwest. Scenic Seasons is 128 pages of pure joy.

BUCKEY O'NEILL: THE STORY OF A ROUGH RIDER. By Dale L. Walker. Foreword by Barry Goldwater. University of Arizona Press, Sunnyside Building, 250 East Valencia Road, Tucson, AZ 85706. 1983 (c1975). 200 pages. $9.50, softcover.

Charismatic, seemingly always in the right place at the right time to participate in many of Arizona's historic events. The events of Buckey's fast-paced life, including the suspense-filled days leading up to his death after the Roughrider charge up San Juan Hill in Cuba with Teddy Roosevelt, are recounted.

ARIZONA'S SCENIC SEASONSREMEMBERING WITH RAYMOND.

Edited by Don Dedera. Arizona Highways Magazine, 2039 West Lewis Avenue, Phoenix, AZ 85009. 128 pages. $11.50 softcover; $14.50 hardcover.

"O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again," Thomas Wolfe wrote, capturing in a single expression humankind's heartfelt plea for return to a simpler, happier yesterday...fields of warm green grass and bright summer sun, October strolls through golden leaves, first snowfalls awash with sparkle, and spring, lovely spring-when we were young.

Impossible to recapture! Yet Arizona Highways latest book Scenic Seasons... Remembering with Raymond did that and more for this reviewer.

Raymond, of course, is Raymond Carlson, poet, lover of the Southwest's natural world, and editor emeritus of Highways until his death in 1983. The text, a ramble through the seasons, is in Raymond's own words, excerpted from years of his editorials. Raymond understood this land and loved it like no other. Fortunately for us, he also knew well how to capture the truly unutterable: the moods, the spirit, and the colors of seasons past...and the sometimes painful feeling of loss that accompanies reflection. Yet, in so doing, he allows the reader to feel, to see, and to share in his imaginings. And, in sharing, that wind-grieved ghost does come back again.