National Geographic : 1963 Mar
W HEN MY DAUGHTER Barbara was married, she moved to Phoenix, Arizona, and it seemed a long, long way to go from San Francisco. But she con soled me: "Look at it this way, Daddy. You're not losing a daughter-you're gaining spring training with the Giants." Since I was then emotionally involved with the San Francisco Giants, who swing their bats every spring in Phoenix, the whole idea took on new brightness. Now, two years later, I find I have not lost a daughter. I have gained the whole spectac ular, overwhelming State of Arizona. State of Mind and of Majesty After a 3,500-mile look at it, I can report that Arizona is an unparalleled experience-a state at once complex, casual, and simple, en dowed with a handsome display of wonders. It brims with energy and friendliness. The people love Arizona, and they have an en dearing urge to make you love it, too. "When I was on a local newspaper," said John Fahr of Tucson, "people would call in just to say how much they liked Arizona." Arizona is beyond compare scenically, in terrain and vegetation. "Why, she's loaded to the sideboards and running over with scen ery," said Harry Goulding, the gentle, percep tive Indian trader of Monument Valley. The state shimmers with color: the pinks and blues, golds and greens of the desert; rivers the color of chocolate milk; red rocks rising from black sand; hills splashed with mineral purples, greens, and blues. It has its own sounds: the banshee wail of wind in the buttes; the rumble as wheels roll over a cattle guard; the "hoy yah, oh hah, hoy yah" chant of Indian dancers; the hollow sound of men walking in boots. There is no one Arizona. Physically, it is divided into three very different regions: the hot southern deserts; a mid-portion of snow capped peaks and fir and aspen, where the land starts its ascent to the Rocky Mountains; and the high northern plateau mantled by juniper and mesquite (map, page 305). All this is easily accessible. In winter, peo ple in Tucson and Phoenix can swim in the morning, cavort on ski slopes in the afternoon, and be home for dinner. The Colorado River, Gulf of California, Lake Mead behind Hoover Dam, and a dozen other man-made lakes are there for boating and fishing. A tremendous new body of water, Lake Powell, will be cre ated on the mighty Colorado River after the Glen Canyon Dam is finished in 1966. 299 R'March 1963 THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHICMAGAZINE VOL. 123, NO. 3 COPYRIGHTo 1963 BY NATIONAL GEOGRAPHICSOCIETY, WASHINGTON,D.C . INTERNATIONAL COPYRIGHT SECURED Arizona: Booming Youngster of the West By ROBERT DE ROOS Illustrationsby National photographerROBERT Geographic F. SISSON Sunset and thunder squall paint fantas tic sandstone buttes in Monument Valley, astride the Arizona-Utah border. This pano ramic view captures massive Sentinel Mesa (left) and Brigham's Tomb (right, center). Totem Pole, shown on the magazine's cov er, stands out of sight nearby. Prospectors and traders identified monuments by shapes. JOSEF MUENCH C) N.G.S .