Download: Link Wray “Fire And Brimstone”

This classic Baja Arizona story popped up on Fortean Times today—the story of a stone archway in Santa Cruz county that serves as a portal through time. There’s no proof, of course, admits Tucson Weekly, which I should probably try and freelance for:

The Weekly does not know the location of the site Mr. Quinn speaks of, nor could we verify the events mentioned. Therefore, we present his anecdotes as interesting stories–nothing more.

But there are Indians, prospectors, friars and conquistadors unwillingly yanked back and forth between the centuries.

While the four of us were checking out an old silver workings, we came upon a deserted miners camp that Louie had told us about weeks earlier. Everything was left behind–rotted clothing, tools, drill steel, old blankets and cooking utensils. Everything was there to maintain a functional camp. By the looks of several items, I’d say the site was active during the 1930s.

It looked as though somebody just walked away and never returned–or couldn’t. The camp was almost a mile from the bizarre site high above. Did this party fall victim to it, or did he become discouraged with mining and abandon camp? I find this highly unlikely.

We also heard a story about a lone prospector who arrived each October and remained until spring. This continued for several years. One day, he vanished, leaving his horse, wagon and camp behind. It was located near a saddle in the mountains–just north of you know what. A body was never found.

It’s really not a Arizona story unless the body is never found. (cf. Curly Bill Brocius.) Unfortunately, the article doesn’t end the way it should—with the writer halfway through describing a strange shimmer in the air as the story suddenly stops, preferably with some last desperate scrawl trailing off the end of the page. That’s the kind of thing that wouldn’t translate on the Internet anyway. Still—you can thrill to the tale of the time tunnel here. And you can find some recent sort-of-corroboration here.

This is right up there with Jack Ruby’s Kitchen Sink (or anything by Thelma Heatwole) for Arizoniana. Maybe I’ll drag out the stories about ghost camels and giant glowing skeletons if inspiration dictates. Or maybe the story about the Tombstone thunderbird, which is the London After Midnight of flying cryptids.

Track above is by Link Wray, who visited his brother in Tucson to record several great but lost-to-history albums in the ’70s. Also apologies if I’m causing confusion with the story of the Bisbee Time Tunnel, which is at least a good ninety minutes east of this one.


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