Doesn’t that name give you some pretty interesting mind images! Tortilla Flats. I would love to tell you what it looks like and better yet show you a photo. Alas, we didn’t make it to Tortilla Flats for lunch. We thought we would. It is a mere 26 miles down road 88. We began our journey around 10 a.m. or 11 a.m., not really sure which.
Dale wanted to take Morgan and I told him I would rather drive than make Janet sit in the back seat with the dog and myself. So Janet and I took the helm and drove the boys up Hwy 88. We knew it would be a dirt road all the way. We knew in parts it would be a single lane road and we knew it would be curvy. What we didn’t expect was washboard, beautiful, beautiful scenery and we didn’t expect some parts of this road (as you will see).
I am going to just show you our journey. The photo’s don’t do this area justice but will be good memories of a good day with friends.
The river we followed is Salt River. According to the map, the water behind the dam is Apache Lake. A beautiful canyon.
We realized that we were not making great time on getting to Tortilla Flats when after an hour we had only gone 5 miles. Or maybe 3 miles. We could only drive 30 mph on the road but for me – 25mph. I didn’t want to rattle the guys teeth too much! 🙂
So we swung down into Apache Lake Resort because the guys saw the sign that said “Lunch Specials.” The guys were whining in the back seat that they were hungry so Janet and I were so glad to have found a place to appease their tummies.
After lunch we hopped in the trucks and took off for Tortilla Flats. Here are some scenes of the drive and Fish Creek Canyon.
We were so happy to reach the top. Just ask Janet. The view up here was just as fantastic as anything we saw this day. Now a decision. It was getting on in time and we had to decide if we were going the 14 miles to Tortilla Flats or turn around and go home. The decision: back down the mountain. Since we had only come 12 miles in about 5 hours we decided the wisest thing to do was head home.
In the photo of the Fish Creek bridge you will see a couple of motorcycles parked before the bridge. When we reached the bottom of the canyon and crossed the bridge we all had big smiles on our faces for making it down in one piece! One of the older gentlemen on the bikes hollered out to us “Oh sure, make the wife drive.” We had a great laugh over that one.
We missed happy hour by the time we got home but Janet whipped up a tamale pie. I was so tired I couldn’t eat but they enjoyed it.
It was a great day and I can’t wait to go back and actually make it to Tortilla Flats!
Life is good. God is holy.
PS. To see more photo’s, visit Dale’s site. He took 180 pics!!! Click HERE