On the north side of Roosevelt Lake is Forest Road 60, which is a decent gravel road, claimed to be suitable for cars. The terrain is rolling with some grass and plenty of shrubby vegetation.
The road does not hug the shore line, but gets close to the elevated plateau to the north. Which is the beginning of the Mogollon Rim and the southwestern extent of the Colorado Plateau. This view is looking south where you can barely see a controlled burn and the white ramadas of the campground.
Over the weekend it had rained one to two inches, so small streams were not really small. Here Salome Creek crosses FR 60. At the far end was a pile of deep mud, I tried it in two wheel drive but got bogged down. Reverse, 4 wheel, no problem, except Carla forgot to zip up her window. No mud on her face, but close! Right behind the Jeep was a ranch house and 40 acres for sale @ 40K an acre. We didn’t believe the sign.
Ocotillo greening up.
Not a bloomin’ onion!
FR 60 is about 22 miles long. Around mile 15 or so, there is a trailhead for the Jug Trail. Its about two miles long and takes you to Salome Creek. Yes, we crossed it earlier. This is the view before descending to its level. The creek is a major drainage for the Salome Wilderness.
Here is why it is called a Jug. It’s really a slot canyon of pink granite. This is not a low water period.
This is where we got down to creek level. The JUG portion is just beyond that last cottonwood in the distance. It was very peaceful here. We ate some grub and headed back. To the left of this picture, tall cliffs abound with plenty of talus and boulders. Carla was wondering what kind of noise falling rocks would make. I swear, within the next five minutes several boulders were crashing down the cliff face. It was spoooky! The sound was unearthly. Stuff like this happens around my wife. After getting back to the Jeep, we ended up crossing another raging stream that was 50 yards wide, nearly a foot deep on shifting gravel. Other high-clearance vehicles were crossing at the time, otherwise I probably would not have crossed it, but it was the only way to get back on Highway 188.