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The Armijo Route
Who knows what they called themselves, or this spring, when humans first discovered what we now refer to as Willow Spring? Bipeds have lived, hunted, and died here for at least 8,000 years. But before Europeans arrived, the most recent occupants were the Shoshone and Paiute, who resided in a village they called Yaga. Their number was about 70.

Their mark remains, in both the names encountered here, and in some of the denizens. For instance, the nearby town of Tecopa was named by miners in 1872, after the Paiute Chief Tecopa, for his help in preserving the peace. And the town of Shoshone lies just nine miles north of Tecopa. And many of the residents in this area are descendants of the Shoshone and Paiute, possessing the genes and physical features of their more nature-oriented ancestors.

The first Europeans to set eyes and feet on this spectacular piece of real estate were guided by a Spanish explorer and merchant, named Antonio Mariano Armijo. At just 25 years old, he became famous for leading the first commercial caravan between New Mexico and California.
Armijo was the first to blaze a complete route that traveled the entire length of the Old Spanish Trail, which connected New Mexico to California. But it wasn’t easy, and it involved a lot of convoluted directional changes, leading the traveler from one watering hole to another. This route he blazed was such a crazy maze, that it developed a reputation as the “longest, crookedest, most arduous trail in the West.”
He and his men completed their epic journey on January 31, 1830, when they arrived at Mission San Gabriel, near Los Angeles. But shortly before completing their journey, they passed through Willow Spring, and made this watering hole a part of the Armijo Route of the Old Spanish Trail.

Now that the Armijo Route had been established, it was time to exploit it for profit. And that honor fell on the Los Chaguanosos. These were a motley gang of outlaws, consisting of Americans, Mexicans, and Indians, sporting colorful names such as Pegleg Smith and Walkara the Ute Raider. But they also included more reputable pioneers who ventured occasionally into lawlessness, such as Old Bill Williams (a trapper who also guided pioneers), and Dick Owens (for whom the Owens Valley is named).
The Los Chaguanosos recognized that horses and mules were in short supply in New Mexico and points east. And they saw that horses and mules were in abundant supply at the rich, Mexican ranchos in California. Hmm. When crimes of opportunity knock, the criminal mind eagerly opens the door.

And so these raiders would steal these animals, drive them along the Armijo Route, and sell them for big profits in New Mexico. They were often chased by posses, but by the time they reached the Willow Spring area, the posses gave up.
They waged their largest, most daring raid in 1840, when they stole 3,000 animals from various Mexican ranchos. A large posse made fierce pursuit, forcing them to drive the animals hard. By the time the raiders reached Resting Springs, about five miles north of Willow Spring, over half the animals were dead, and the Mexican posse was less than a day behind them. In desperation, they hurriedly drove the remaining animals to Stump Springs and over the Nopah mountains to Charleston View.

Luckily, the posse gave up at this point, ensuring their escape to New Mexico. There, they fetched more than $100,000 from the sale of the surviving animals. This was one hell of a haul, and it attracted more raiders to the Old Spanish Trail.
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Categories: History, Series (History): The Wonders of Willow Creek
Hard to imagine all those things happening hundreds of thousands of years ago with nobody there to see it.
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This is the nice thing about cameras. Now we can photographically document these changes in the Earth, making it easier for geologists in the future.
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Now I have to worry about storing files for a million years? I am not sure my memory card is that good. Maybe OneDrive will still be around then, Microsoft did just hit a $2Trillion valuation.
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I don’t think you have to worry. I’ve heard that anything that’s ever been on the internet, never disappears. That’s why so many celebrities keep getting in trouble for tweets and posts they made many years ago. So all the fine photos you’ve been posting on your blog should still be around in a million years.
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I try to think of the most ancient person that anyone really knows anything about aside from their skeleton, and I don’t think we make it back more that about 3 thousand years. Though there are cave painting or art going back tens of thousands of years, but we don’t know the artist personally.
Maybe I should have my body encased in amber so that a mad scientist can clone me in 50 million years.
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Wasn’t there a frozen body recovered in the Italian Alps from some dude who died about 10,000 years ago? As I recall, they think he was murdered.
But I guess no matter how famous we might become, sooner or later we’ll be forgotten by this world. And even when famous people are remembered, they’re often misremembered and mythologized over the years.
You can have your amber. I’m going to be cremated. Hopefully, my spirit will move on, and I’ll be able to forget this world as quickly as it forgets me, and have new adventures in some other world.
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We know that guy existed and that he was murdered, but we don’t really know who he was. Genetics could probably tell you about a number of individuals that existed.
I went on a wikipedia rabbit hole about the code of Hammurabi, which is dated to over 3000 years ago, I guess we know a bit about him, if it is indeed from an individual.
I guess there is really know way to capture who you truly were for history. I don’t know. Probably doesn’t matter.
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I don’t think it matters. I like the attitude of those Tibetan monks who make sand mandalas. They put a lot of time and effort into creating a beautiful work of art out of colored sand, and then they dump it in a river. Very symbolic of life, in my view.
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Meaningful pointlessness, there’s a philosophy.
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I like the way you put that.
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I am often at my most eloquent when making no sense.
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Join the crowd.
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the Los Chaguanosos must have had a course in basic economics and learned about the concepts of supply and demand. And you gotta love the spirit of adventure of 25-year old Antonio Mariano Armijo…
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They were probably Villanova alumni.
Maybe it required the spirit of a 25-year-old to take on that adventure. An older, wiser person might have been too cautious to do what Armijo did.
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the Villanova alumni can be a little ruthless… 🙂
I don’t think I would have done that when I was 25. I was still trying to figure out the difference between a debit and a credit…
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I thought you were born, being an accountant whiz! 😉
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I took my time learning it; I wanted to savor every minute of it…
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Oh gosh! Rolling my eyes. LOL!
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I guess rolling your eyes is a notch or two below a head smack. I guess you enjoyed not smacking your head for a few days…
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Haha! Yes, I will say 2 notches below. 😛
And my head is feeling quite good though I suspect that feeling won’t last long!
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so what’s between a head smack and an eye-roll…
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A groan!
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ok, good to know the hierarchy… 🙂
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Well, we have to give you credit for learning it, and we are in your debit.
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I think deep inside you there is an accountant just wanting to break out…
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There is. And I’m always on the lookout for new recipes on how to cook the books.
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I’ve always preferred juggling the books…
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I guess you like to clown around a lot.
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it’s what I do best…
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Oh yes I know a few clowns!
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I do, too. One of them is very short.
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It’s just basic bookkeeping. When you steal a horse from a California rancho, the ranch bookkeeper credits the “Horse” asset account and debits the “Pilferage” expense account. Meanwhile, the horse thieves debit their “Horse” asset account, and credit their “Pilferage” income account. Simple.
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So well explained!
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I should know, since I once helped steal a horse.
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Thats right, you are a horse thief too!
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That’s my mane claim to fame.
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Groaning!
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seems like the rancher would get saddled with a lot of losses…
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Yeah, they suffered some awful whoas.
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those horse thieves liked to stirrup some trouble…
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Someone needed to rein them in.
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their tack-tics seemed to work
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They worked a bit. But I think those outlaws were un-stable.
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I think I could do a good job of making a maze out of a trail! Can’t say where you may end up at!
Betsy should have been on that ranch, she would have set the thieves straight!
Sad about all the animals that died.
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You might give Search and Rescue a big challenge.
Yeah, Betsy wouldn’t have tolerated all those animals dying. Yes it is sad. Just think of how much more money those thieves could have made if all the animals they stole survived the journey.
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I probably would! They probably would have given up and stopped looking!
That is one way of looking at it, though the thieves didn’t deserve to make more money! 😛
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