It is growing increasingly more challenging to find a place to visit in our neck-o-the-woods that we haven’t already done-to-death.\u00a0 This trip, we decided to go in search of Macintosh Spring.\u00a0 Paul had researched this site a little bit, and learned that back when St. Johns was founded, this spring was where they sent teams by horse and wagon to retrieve water for the town.\u00a0 He pinpointed the location with his GPS, and knew the turnoff we needed to take from the 60\/40, so while he managed the GPS, I got to drive, and boy, was it “interesting”!\u00a0 (That’s Heidmann for “tricky, twisty, steep, and downright dangerous!”)<\/p>\n
Obviously, I was driving, so you are spared the photos I *would* have shared of just how panic-ridden the journey was.\u00a0 I have to say, though, that the further we went (driving s-o-o-o-o-o slowly around the twisting turns of the ever-downward track, over the bedrock and deep crevices in the road) the more astonished we became at the difficulty those settlers overcame just to bring water to their families.<\/p>\n
We stopped at a rather picturesque well along the way, surrounded by painted-desert hillsides and rocky cliffs, and naturally ran around exploring that a bit before moving on…\u00a0 it was so very green compared to the still-golden plains around, so we could tell we were on the right track to finding the spring!<\/p>\n