Friend Sally, and her husband, Bryce, reported to us in late March 2022 about a trip they took to the Tonto Cliff Dwellings mainly north of Globe, Az. Here’s her take on that adventure. All of these photographs are by Sally Reichardt.
“Bryce & I visited friends in Show Low last weekend, waking up to about 2” of snow on Sunday. The roads were clear so we took a quick trip to Greer. Monday, we headed to Payson and had a really nice dinner & visit with a good friend at the La Sierra Mexican restaurant. Their menu had an item called sope (so-pe) which I have never seen before. Bryce & I tried it. Although it was tasty, it was impossible to cut with a knife. Our fingers worked well though. Our other items were very good and Elisabeth, our friend, enjoyed her shrimp ceviche. We stayed at a very nice place called the Majestic Mountain Inn and recommend it to anyone staying in Payson. We headed home the next morning via the Globe-Miami route.
We noticed the sign that we’ve passed many times driving around Roosevelt lake but had never stopped – The Tonto National Monument cliff dwellings. We decided to take a look. Reservations must be made in advance for the guided tour to the “Upper” cliff dwellings but the “Lower” cliff dwellings were open without reservations. The cost is $10.00pp but my Senior National Parks pass got us both in at no charge. It was a fairly easy walk on a smoothly paved path.
At about a mile round trip it was, however, a steep climb – about 300′ in a half a mile. There were benches along the way to stop and rest. These were not as spectacular as some cliff dwellings but it made for an interesting stop to break up the drive. The views were great and some of the spring flowers were starting to bloom.
We arrived home to Sonoita on Tuesday with kitties and sugar gliders happy to have us back home.”
The following excerpt, written by Angeline Mitchell in 1880, describes her trip to the cliff dwellings at what is now Tonto National Monument. This excerpt is from the Tonto National Monument Website. You can order the book at the end of this story.
Sunday, December 12, 1880- We ate breakfast long before day and were well on our way at sunrise. I rode ‘Salim,’ a horse of Mr. Armer’s. Melinda rode Brownie, the one I got from Hook as he is not quite as gentle as Salim and Melinda is a first-class rider while I’m not of late years. We went 5 1/2 miles or so to the foot of the Ute Mountain in which the ‘caves’ are located. We fastened our horses to brush and climbed the mountain, which was by no means an easy task as it is covered with debris from the ruined walls. One slides back a good deal like the ‘frog in the well’ who jumped ‘two feet forward & then fell back three.’ But we finally reached the dwellings. It was far superior to what I had anticipated & worth the trouble.
The dwelling is built of small rocks laid in cement and is cemented inside and out and sets well back beneath an overhanging rock. The rock is, I should think, about 200 feet high and curves over something like this. (She sketched a side view of a pueblo under an overhanging rock.) We found traces of 33 rooms and some 18 of them are in fair preservation. It has been seven or eight stories high, or perhaps more, I should think judging from the poles still clinging high up to the rock. There was originally no opening in the outer wall but the dwellers in the house climbed up a ladder of some sort and went in at the second story, as the Zunis and kindred tribe do yet!
One room is walled up solidly without any door opening into it. Of course one can enter it now from above for the ceiling is partly fallen in. Another had a door originally but for some reason the people living there decided to close that room also and so smoothly and well was the work done that not a trace of any doorway having ever been there can be seen from the outside the room. But inside of it one can easily see the rocks filling in the doorway, laid up in cement but not cemented over on the inside. When the ceiling of this room was intact, after the door was walled up, it must have been nearly airtight and one wonders why it was done. It is located in a rather central situation in the second story.
A Skeleton and Hieroglyphic
In one room in the first story a Mr. Danforth (I think is the name) two years ago this winter found the skeleton of an infant in the wall about 5 ft from the floor, or possibly a little less. I saw the place today.
Another room had on its eastern wall a hieroglyphic representing probably the sun and some other lines that might be anything.
In several places are prints of fingers or of the hand complete and perfect as the day ages ago when the hands were pressed into the plastic clay.
There is much to be seen in the building that I’ve not time to speak of. One ought to stay a week to explore it if they hope to satisfy their curiosity.
(She continued to describe a second cliff house, separated from the first by) a gulch… It is the most perfect I’ve ever seen, with traces of 22 rooms. 16 are in fair order, 3 of them and a hall are as perfect as the day they were finished.
The hall is a narrow space between two rooms and has a short flight of steps leading to a tiny landing on the upper floor.
The stairs are quite wide but very low, not more than 3 1/4 to 4 1/4 inches I should think in height, from one step to the next, and so worn by the myriad feet that ascended and descended them as to be hollow troughs in the center.
We were rambling around one of the upper story rooms exclaiming on the extremely fine state of preservation it was in, when Clara saw something in a dark corner she wanted to look at and started toward it. The floor was covered with various sorts of trash several inches deep and she waded toward the corner. Suddenly there was a scream and the place where Clara had stood was vacant, but certainly not silent for heartrending cries came from below. For a minute we stood nearly petrified with fright and then I flew out of the room and down the stairs to a room opening from the landing on the east side.
Clara and the Chollas
Poking my candle in, I beheld Clara, hysterical from her scare, sitting in an immense heap of chollas that filled the room halfway to the ceiling & were evidently stored there by rats, tho for what purpose I’m sure I can’t guess. Truly this was appalling! But when Clara saw that she could reach the door by crawling thro’ that agonizing pile of thorns she bravely stopped crying and started. The only aid anyone could give her was to hold the candle so she could see and that I did. If we had had a rope we might have lowered it down the aperture she fell through and pulled her up. It would have been less painful. But there was no rope, so she crawled out and if we had not been frightened at the consequences of so many cholla thorns in the poor child’s tender flesh we would certainly have laughed for a more ridiculous object was never seen.
The chollas were all over her clothes, her limbs and her hair and piled up 8 to 10 deep time she was a walking stack of them. Well, we took her and pulled off all the big ones till we reached the inner layer, which was attached principally to her skin. And then trouble for us and agony for her began in earnest. Of course the cruel, hooked barbs broke from the cholla rather than let go the flesh and after we finally got the whole last cholla off she still had scores of those thorns all over her, excepting her face. Then we girls half led, half carried her to an empty room, one where there was not much debris, though dust of course. Spread my big waterproof down on the floor, stripped her and two of us, Alice & I, picked and cut and pulled out all the cholla we could while Melinda got all the thorns possible out of her clothes. We had part of a bottle of milk left from lunch and we rubbed her with that.
It eased the pain a little. She dressed and we took her to a cozy corner outside under some mesquite, rolled her up snugly in our cloaks, and sobbed herself to sleep. Melinda, who had made several trips to the cave, so to whom it was an old story, offered to stay with her while Alice and I continued exploring. So we returned to the ruins and after spending another half hour getting the cholla out of our hands, which we had got in pulling them at first off Clara, we began (exploring) where we left off.
Finger Prints and Metates
Tom & Frank & Bud had examined the upper room and the place Clara fell thro’ was an opening for a trap door. Probably there used to be a ladder extending to the lower floor. Our cholla incident had taken a long two hours, so we hurried up our inspection. We found many fingerprints here too, and a room that evidently had been a kitchen. The floor is formed partly by a big rock (which also forms part of the side) and in this rock were 1/2 a dozen metates hallowed out of it and varying in size, depth & shape. This rock wall and the ceiling above were black with smoke and there was a quantity of ashes etc. in it.
It seemed so strange to be chatting and laughing so gaily in a house built unknown centuries ago by people unlike us in appearance but who had known joy and grief, pleasure and pain same as our race of today knows them, and who had laughed, cried, sung, danced, married & died, mourned or rejoiced their lives away in this once populous town, or castle, or whatever one would call it! It made an uncanny feeling come over us as we rested till moonrise and talked of this long-dead people and told the little we knew concerning them.