Excerpted From New Mexico Magazine, October, 1965.
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From “The Farthest Southwest”
By John L. Sinclair
Rodeo and its San Simon Valley go for moderation rather than extremes—the moderate pace of living in a climate not too hot, or too cold, or too windy, or too humid, and just dry enough. The only extremes are sunshine and blue skies, and the fact that here is the chosen domicile of some very nice people. The works of men are “matter of fact,” and things of the sort are never spectacular. Only Nature is flamboyant. . . .
Here is a banquet for those who like the wild, the clean, the open and the free. Behold the San Simon when the sunsets glow fiery over the Chiricahuas, and the world below is all somber in a deep mauve, ever darkening as the sky turns in a flash from one violently beautiful color extravaganza to another, and night moves in and all the creatures of Nature come awake to their various industries. Watch the sunrise, and the blaze of noon. View the San Simon from the heights to the north, or the south, or the east, or the west—for it is surrounded by mountains. From the mouth of Cave Creek, from the Granite Gap, from the Antelope Pass or the slope of Stein’s Peak, before you will be spread a wonder-world so immense in scope that, as the feller says, a town of ten thousand would appear as “a freckle on the back of Goliath.”