When I was young boy back in the 1960’s I went on a fishing trip with my father and older brother. We had the loaded up our boat with all of our needs to spend the day bass fishing on Canyon Lake. (For those of you who don’t know Arizona this is one of the lakes on the northern border of the Superstition Mountains)
The fishing was not so good, so we decided to work our way around the lake fishing while trolling the shoreline. We had worked our way out of the main portion of the lake and were in a steep narrow portion of the light before it opens up in the flats just east of Fishcreek. The lake was down about 30 feet from where the usual water line would have been, and this exposed many new water hazards and boulders which had to be carefully navigated. We were on the south side of the channel when we spotted a rather large cave right at the water level. After little coaxing, we talked my father in to going a little closer for a better look.
The cave opening was almost large enough to drive our boat inside, but no chances were taken. The water depth was unknown and it appeared to get shallower inside the cave. Every time a wave would enter the cave, it was amplified until we could hear and slap on the back side of the shaft. As we floated near the mouth of the cave, we used our boat’s spotlight to investigate the inside. From what we could tell the cave went straight back into the rock 30 to 40 feet. It appeared to be man-made because the shaft was fairly straight.
At the back of the cave was a large trunk or strongbox. I remember the box to be approximately 3 feet wide, 3 feet long, and 3 feet thick. It was solid, but the corners seemed rusted. I noticed the box did not budge when a wave hit it. There was a rather large lock on the front of the box.
My brothers’ first instinct was to swim inside a cave and try to open the box. This idea was quickly rejected by my father. He thought it to be too dangerous. Besides, he said it was probably some old hermit’s things they got covered over when the lake was filled. Either that or it was some explosives used for mining or building the lake. Either way we were to leave it alone. We soon found ourselves moving to the next fishing spot despite our protests.
To Be Continued…