Perfil de Joseph Curry (Real de Tayopa)

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  • Fecha de Registro: 30 Abr 2012
  • Fecha de Última Visita: 11 Ago 2012
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Damas Y caballeros yo he firmado posts con losnombers de Till Euenspiegle, Tropical Tramp and Real de Tayopa. La razon que la Senora me dio la informacion de la tunnel tapado es que los cure' Ellos vivieron a la derecho del camino a Ortiz de Guaymas.

Pregunta me cualquiera que quieras.

Don Jose de La Mancha.
buenas dias mi amigo Jesus, cual tipo de aparato estabs usando?

Don Jose de La Mancha
Categoría: Buzón de Sugerencias
I had borrowed a book from an old woman in Guaymas and inside had found an envelope with a letter inside. Naturally I opened it and found that it was a will.

It said in Spanish - " Letter of inheritance for my grand son, Miguel Palacios, being in the latter days of my life, that he as a military man, take the old road south from Hermosillo that crosses the first mt range from East to west, one that was made with a great amount of work with bar and hatchet.

He is to cross the first range in the southern direction until he comes to the the valley covered with Chilacote (a white poppy). He is always to keep towards south. Soon he will see a mesa that is cut in half, he is to continue to this mesa. He is to cross the cut, and go past the arroyo (wash). He is to continue past three small lomas (hills) always in the southern direction. After crossing the third loma, he will come to a small cliff, there he is to halt.

He is then to turn to his right, to where the sun sets. He will there encounter a small platform. From here he will see the dunp of the mine below a small ridge. On the other side of the same mt he will see the other mine".

WE decided that 'yes', we should go give it a try, so , Don, Lee, and I set out from Guaymas in his old, beat pickup. I believe that 6 or 7 of it's cylinders were actually working. We went south from Guaymas to the junction of the side road that led to Ortiz. We passed the old US satt tracking station on our left and continued on past many beautiful grape vineyards until after about an hour, we finally entered Ortiz, see map.

After buying supplies and asking around, we found a small crude secondary dirt road - trail would be more correct, that went west and took off. there was no sign of any ranches or houses, so when we came to an old Spanish well, we stopped and set camp.

The next day we set off going as far west as we could to the first large valley that ran north and south. It was covered with chilicote, (white poppies), but unfortunately, so was everything else. Still we walked north to where it dropped down from the northern pass. We found the remains of an ancient road then started working our way backwards towards the south. Sure enough as we continued south, we saw a mesa in the distance, that dipped towards the north. It was cut east and west by an arroyo.

We returned to camp, hot, tired, dirty and thoroughly beat . This was in late June, no rains yet, but the temp was running to about 125 - 130F in the breezeless canyons. We had probably swallowed hundreds of the small sweat flies that covered us no matter where we went. So we promply dropped a bucket into the well, then dumped the 50' degree water over our over heated bodies and almost had heart attacks from the shock of the cold water. but it felt wonderful, however it made us think of the original explorers in this zone, they had no water nor a nice cold well to bath with -- no matter what else they might be, they 'were' Tough Men in those days.

We cooked dinner, then while we were eating, the je jenes (no-see ems) came out for their nightly dinner accompanied by clouds of (San Cudos)mosquito's. It was a toss if they added any protein to our dinner, since they swarmed over our plates also.. We were thoroughly miserable. Fortunately both were heavy smokers so we crawled into the bed of the pickup to try to sleep. The smoke did help. The next morning we gathered dried cow poop for smudge fires, and had one going in each end of the pickup bed. IT WORKED, very few little hungry critters, but it didn't help to cool the bed any sigh. Oh well, such is the glorious, romantic life of adventurers, treasure hunters, and lost mine hunters.

The next morning, still very tired from lack of sleep, we decided to go the the mesa. Since it was on the flat land, by making our own road, we managed to get within a few hundred meters of it. We had a shock the arroyo was about 300 meters wide, flat, and had an old fashioned Spanish well, the type that was extra wide and has spiral ramps down to the water. We promptly set camp here.

We foud the remains of ruins everywhere. Unfortunately we did not have a metal locator, remember this was in the 50's. We returned to Ortiz for more provisions and while we were talking to the store keeper, a very old Indian shuffled over to us and said "if the senors will permit it, I can show where everything was in the old pueblo. I lived there most of my life, but when I became too old, I came here to Ortiz to live". My uncle used to dig around the old smelter and take burros loaded with high grade silver ore to Guaymas two or three times a year to sell. sheesh we had a mine of information in him, so we told him that we would pay him to show us the locations of the old buildings, smelter and Mission. He agreed and went with us to the old well site.

He stayed with us for two days, it was a fascinating two days. He visually reconstructed the entire village for us, he showed us where he had lived, where his aunts and family had lived, the old smelter remains, dumps, where his uncle had dug for the hi grade silver to sell, but most important for us, the remains of the old Mission. The base stones for the wall were still in place. It was a long rectangular shape. We took him back to Ortiz where we gladly paid him twice what we had promised, he agreed to go back with us any time that we wished

side note: I returned there years later with my son to show him what we had found, where we had explored and camped, to find that the area had been taken over by an Ejido, a communal group. Everything had been changed, except for the well. The mission site had been razed, the base stones were used to construct a cattle watering trough some 500 meters away. The present inhabitants didn't even know that the well was old Spanish from about 300 year ago. They simply were not interested. This would be a detectorist's paradise.

I suppose that I should make a detailed map for any future archaeologists since I am now the only one alive that knows of it's existence and it's layout. But then, it is the same for many other points that only I know of today, but sigh being a bit lazy ---- let tomorrow find their own mines.
Google cordinates
Ortiz 28* 1' 26 99" N / 110* 42'58 65" W

28* 14' 59 97" N / 110* 45'39 54" W

Small two man lookout fort

28* 14' 31 14" N / 110* 46' 51 39 N

Mas manana

Don Jose d e La Mancha
Hola Perla gracias, soy de Alamos, Sonora. Bien, voy a buscar mis notas y pasar las

Don Jose d eLa Mancha
Buenas dias Don Victor, primera, un limonada alla en el Patio? Intiendas engles? Voy a post de la ultima viaje, pero es en engles. Si no, tratare' a hacerlo en el Espanol. pero sheesh.
Gracias Perla: Y de Tayopa!

don Jose de La Manacha
Hola don Victor: He sido alla usando como guia, la carta viejo de Miguel Palacios que yo la entrege' al Sr Riesgo.

Pero no, no la abri. Quieres la estoria?

Don Jose de La Mancha
"I exist to Live, not live to exist"
Buenas dias Dames y Caballeros: Hace mas que un ano que no he vuelto para aca. Han hecho unas traducciones muy bien Silvia. Constantine,y Perlas.

Que quieras a saber de Tayopa? Otra que a donde esta "X" - el tesoro.

Don Jose de La Mancha
"I exist to Live, not live to exist"
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