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Boyce Thompson Arboretum State Park

By: Paul S. Cilwa Viewed: 2/23/2024
Occurred: 2/21/2009
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A visit to one of Arizona's lesser-known gems.

Saturday morning I set out to hike in Boyce Thompson Arboretum State Park, which is located about four miles west of Superior, Arizona, about 35 miles from my house. I had thought it would be a small place (I didn't realize it was an actual state park until I got there) but it wasn't; it contains many paths and trails and is suitable for anyone who wants to get out in the fresh air for a bit. It also happens to be breathtakingly beautiful. So, of course, I took a lot of photos.

Looking over the place, it doesn't much look like a garden. In fact, it looks pretty wild.

Garden or wilderness?

The place was amazingly green, something we don't usually see in Arizona. I suppose it was because of the unusually wet winter we've had. In fact, it rained just a few days ago and Queen Creek was definitely running; the park people had thoughtfully placed stepping stones across it to accommodate a relatively dry walk to the "High Trail".

Stepping stones across Queen Creek.

Therefore crossing was a piece of cake.

Your blogger at the Arboretum. Steps cut into the High Trail.

The High Trail isn't all that high, and not too steep. I would guess it's probably equivalent to walking up three flights of stairs. (There are more level trails for those who prefer them.) In fact, there steps have been cut into the steeper sections—something that wilderness purists might frown on. but families with kids and/or dogs (dogs are welcome, as long as you keep them leashed and pick up after them) will appreciate them.

Queen Creek

The reason to take the High Trail is, of course, to look down on the park. As I said, it was unusually green this morning, and I should mention that the green isn't due to anything so un-desert-like as lawn grass. As near as I could tell, it was mostly native plants exuberantly enjoying the recent moisture.

Queen Creek, which gives its name to a whole town some 30 miles downstream, runs through the center of the Arboretum. It's picturesque and provides an unexpected mirror at almost every turn. I suppose it dries up in summer or autumn, but it was certainly running now, at times leaping over stones, at others reflecting the mountains and sky like a perfect looking glass.

A section of the High Trail.

At that time of day, most of the trail was in cool shade.

The trail in shade.

After coming down from the high section, it's only natural to turn around and look back up.

Looking up at the High Trail.

Many of the rocks were reddish (due to high iron content) and some were nearly coated with green lichen, making an interesting contrast.

Lichen-covered rock.

There were a number of buildings I didn't enter this trip, because I had a limited time to hike. But next trip I'd like to enter the greenhouse and see the "demonstration garden". There was also a little two-room stone hut that had been built in the late 1800s by a homesteader. When Boyce Thompson bought the property, he restored the hut to be a playhouse for his children. Now it provides an interesting shadow box effect, which my camera couldn't quite capture. But I tried.

The stone hut.

Nestled in the center of the grounds is a more park-like garden. There's cropped grass and trees, with flowers around them. Even though this is still central Arizona, the combination of altitude and the presence of Queen Creek makes this a "riparian environment" so the grass, flowers and trees are completely appropriate.

The park area.

One of the reasons Arizona is so beautiful, is the contrasts visible within a relatively small area. In one view, such as the one above, you can see lush plant life and a barren massif at the same time. Or you can turn around and see intricately-shaped rocks, boulders, and hills of many colors, somehow turning chaos into beauty.

Tortured rocks make of chaos, beauty.

I was fascinated by the textures of the place. Nothing was smooth; everything was intricate. For example, a tree had overturned some time in the past, revealed its very involved root system.

Tree roots.

The sun was still low enough that I could get backlit shots of cacti and other plants, and I was delighted that my new camera had no problem capturing the detail in both shadow and light aspects of the scene.

Backlit cacti.

Some of the rock formations reminded me of the Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs, Colorado, though of course they weren't the same color.

A pire reminiscent of the Garden of the Gods.
Ron from Superior: likes to climb.

Along the way I met a guy from Superior named Ron. Ron has an annual pass to the Arboretum and I gather he gets his money's worth from it.

Ron liked climbing and effortlessly clambered up a rock where I took the picture at the left. I could've made the same climb but then I'd be blogging this later this week probably from a hospital bed.

Ron strolled along with me for awhile. He knew where everything was, and all the stories behind. He also generously waited as I took photo after photo. He had his own camera and was doing the same, though he'd been so many times there wasn't much new for him to capture.

At one point Ron gestured and said, "Ayer Lake is that way."

Because I couldn't hear the spelling, I was puzzled. "A lake of…air?" I asked. But it turned out to be a little pond punctuating Queen Creek.

Me at Ayer Lake.
Rattlesnakes Only Beyond This Point

Another trail brought me to a slightly higher elevation. A sign warned to stay on the trail to avoid rattlesnakes.

But I didn't have to leave the trail to enjoy the rock formations along the way. Many were made of conglomerate, which is, as the name implies, sedimentary rocks consisting of rounded fragments of different types of rock which were, in ages past, broken apart by geologic actions and then cemented together.

Conglomerates are differentiated from breccias, which consist of angular clasts. Since rounded clasts are the result of pounding by water (think river rocks), the presence of conglomerate indicates the long-standing action of powerfully rushing water though this canyon. Queen Creek must once have been much more voluminous than it is today.

Conglomerate formations are good for climbing as well as geology.

Just as the rocks tell the physical story of the canyon, the plants tell a more recent tale of strong winds and minor accidents. One can't help look at the below Saguaro cactus and wonder what injury when it was younger left it with an off-kilter stance.

Broken Saguaro cactus.

I could have stayed all day, but my camera battery was starting to run down. My last connection with the plentiful life in this place was a summons by a cardinal.

Cardinal at the Arboretum.

One of things I love about Arizona is the amount of life (both animate and inanimate) that surrounds us here. The idea that a desert is barren is so patently false. Boyce Thompson Arboretum is one of many proofs of that.