Devil's Chasm, AZ

Updated: Nov 29, 2020

Speaking of going back to places I've visited before, Cherry Creek was one more of those. I actually mapped Cherry Creek road back in a past life for the GVT. I've ridden dirt bikes up it and driven it several times. One thing I had never done was hike up to the Native American dwellings scattered along the upper reaches of the cliffs along it.

It was time to check that one off the list. Kelsey and I drove from Phoenix, through Globe, past Roosevelt Lake and onto Cherry Creek Rd. We decided to camp near the trailhead. Not a bad spot to be despite the downpour of rain! No, this pic isn't edited. It was that green and vibrant.

The old Corral was a good campsite.

Time to get out of bed and make some breakfast!

Bacon, Coffee, Eggs, and Green Hatch Chiles. These are the perfect fuels for hiking. :-)

Okay, as much as I'd like to just eat food and sit on my fat ass, it's time to get hiking. UP THERE. We'd end up hiking about 3,000 Feet of Elevation gain in just 2.2 miles. That's fairly epic by my standards. It was awesome.

Of course this area looks much different than the Arizona most think of, but it's even shocking to me when I remember I'm only a couple hours from my office.

As we ascended the views and geography changed constantly. It was like 4 hikes in one.

Between the rock spires and the inverted cliffs above it seemed like the normal laws of nature didn't entirely apply here.

The "plug" as it's called for obvious reasons. It's hard to get the scale from photos, but this rock was somewhere around 30 to 40 feet tall. The only way up was underneath the small rock on the far right side. There was an opening just big enough for a person wearing a small backpack. Hikers with actual backpacking packs had to tie ropes to their bags and pull them up once they climbed through.

The prettier half of the team climbing up.

Looking at the walls is just staggering.

This creek appears to run year round from what I've seen, but after the recent rain everything was slick. These ropes were sketchy at best, but without them these wet rock climbs would have been pretty stupid.

After a lot more pretty views and almost loosing the faint trail several times, you are close. Lots of slipping and sliding in the mud later.

So close that you may not even notice it if you didn't know what to look for.

After what feels like MUCH more than a paltry 2.2 miles you made it. The front door, as it were.

You can see the remnants of the different levels above.

The holes on the right were where logs where actually built around. The timber would support the second story flooring. Most of this had long since burnt.

Some remnants of the wood was still there. This is how they dated the structures. The tree rings indicated when and what time of year the wood was cut to be used for construction. This area is all from 1280 to the mid 1300's.

Besides Native Americans at the time being shorter in stature I assume the reason for the small door ways was strength. The larger the opening the more likely it was to eventually collapse.

Most any and all artifacts, of which there were once many, have been removed by earlier Archaeologists for preservation in the 1930's. This grinding stone was still there. It was so smooth you could picture the many long hours of use it got.

The door on the far side of the dwelling led out to a small shelf. I wonder if that's where they threw any trash or waste? Who knows, but it was also one hell of a master bedroom view.

Here's said view.