Lost Dutchman Boulevard, Apache Junction, Arizona
There is legitimate talk of ‘lost gold’ somewhere in the mountain out here. This ‘Lost Dutchman’s gold’ was actually the lost Deutchman’s (Germans) gold mine and the story I was told goes something along these lines:
In the Arizona gold rush of the mid-late 1800’s Jacob Waltz discovers a huge gold mine somewhere within what is now the Superstition Wilderness on the edge of the
Phoenix metro area. (In the photo above, the wilderness includes just about everything you can see after the houses stop and goes way, way back.)
The mine is clearly a formidable horde as the man will live the rest of his life in luxury by regularly returning to his secret mine and restocking his pack with large lumps of gold ore to sell back in Phoenix.
He is, by all accounts, a crotchety git and has no interest in sharing the location of the mine with anyone. Apparently, to the point of shooting anyone who tries to follow him on his trips to the mine (although I think we can all exercise some common sense judgement on the likelihood of that being the case).
Anyway, the longevity of the legend was really seeded in the last years of his life when he becomes increasingly frail and reliant on the nursing of his landlady, Julia Thomas. In his last days he confides in Julia the vague location of his mine and places it in relation to a prominent landmark in the wilderness called Weaver’s Needle.
As befits many a story of the West, it kind of fizzles out once a woman becomes the lead protagonist… I have no idea if she ever found the mine but we are led to believe that she somehow passed on hints to the location that survive to this day.
That’s one version of the story anyhow. Everyone has one out here.
People still go out looking for this gold mine and some of them still die, because it’s the fucking desert and the desert has no sense of romantic adventure.
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