MEADVIEW CIVIC ASSOCIATION
For those of you who missed the outdoor steak barbeque on the night of November 26th. I can only say “I’m Sorry”, as it was a real event. We didn’t order the calm evening or the full moon, but there they were, along with so many, many wonderful people. We did order the steaks, though, and they were delicious! When the smoke from the barbeque had cleared, we had served 188 steaks with all the trimmings and the smiling faces of the guests were our assurance of a successful event. The affair was held north of the office on a large flat area overlooking Lake Mead. Tables and benches were built and placed all around in strategic spots, water and electricity were specially provided, serving stands built, and even the huge barbeque was specially constructed. Large circular rings were made with stones for the two bonfires, then bordering all this were 19 Tiki lights. We even had a stereo hooked up, so that night with the bonfires roaring and the Tiki lights aglow and the music playing really made some kind of sights and sounds. We enlisted all the help we could get prior to and during the barbeque, and even the bosses wives, Marge Mullane and Lee Glindmeier didn’t escape. Along with Mae Berry, they chopped the juicy red onions for the salad. The work was done in the large room off the snack bar, and as they chopped away, the odor became stronger and stronger until it must have seeped through the walls, because even the customers in the snack bar were dripping tears. While preparation of the onions was going on, friend husband was in there seasoning the beans, and such an array of condiments he used, plus catsup etc. Don’t know if he’ll remember what he did but anyway they were down right delicious. Walt and Ruth Munger were the lettuce tenders and when you are dealing with crates of lettuce, you have a lot of green stuff. Not only did they do the coring and washing but it was their lot to break it into bite sized pieces. This they did prior to taking over their shift at the store and snack bar.The material used for the bonfires was dried up stumps of Joshuas and Spanish Saber and such a fire these make! One of our newest property owners, Mel Nelson, helped Bud Benninger gather same. By picking up the firewood, they served two purposes. Not only were they gathering firewood but they were cleaning up the roadside as well where the clearing for the new streets necessitated removal of the trees.During all the preparations, Flo Benninger acted as floating hostess, as many, many people who couldn’t come to the barbeque drove out during the day.
That night, wanting everyone's names to appeared in the Guest Book, we stationed
they ever tasted.
I know Farmer Bros. had a lot to do with it but can’t help but think our own crystal clear water did, too. Then there was this thing with the beans. Like the water wouldn’t boil for the coffee, neither would the beans get hot enough to eat. Guess we forgot about the altitude. Anyhow, I should have been taking pictures of the goings on but instead was running back and forth to the Berry’s home heating small pots of the critters while the rest of the gals, I’m sure, were sweating out my return. At this point the best picture of all was missed as all of the folks were there together waiting to be served; and as they stood there silhouetted against the large bonfire it made quit an impressive sight. At least I thought so while darting back and forth with my little pots. Apparently though, none of this bothered those on the “other side” as we had many, many compliments.
After the serious business of eating was over, and all of us were able to mingle, we met with some wonderful people. Two parties we personally had the pleasure of visiting with were the Ben Joys from Kingman and Mrs. Minnie Mundinger and Clara Seigle, from Saugus and Van Nuys.
The Joys are retired cattle and mining folks, who have been in this area since 1933. Mr. Joy was the foreman at the old King Tutt mine, which is nearby, and claims to be the only living field supervisor who knows where the hot spots are. They must have led a very interesting life and they know so much about this country that we wish they would write it all down for us sometime. It would make a real interesting story.
Clara Siegle and Minnie Mundinger were two most charming gals, and Minnie brought along her accordion and played for a group around the campfire. Later we had the nicest visit and learned she works with children and also plays several musical instruments. The ladies stayed all night in one of our guest units and the next morning we found this note from them: “Mr. Berry, Mr. Glindmeier and Folks -- We do want to thank you for your wonderful hospitality and enjoyable time. This will be a longtime memory. We just slept on the divan, used our own pillows, hoping the least we did would be easier on you. (signed) Mrs. Minnie Mundinger , Clara Siegle.”
Though it wasn’t necessary for them to do that, this just goes to show what nice gals they were.
There just wasn’t enough time to visit with everyone as the hour was getting late but we certainly appreciated the wonderful turnout. Hal asked to make his apologies known for not getting to mingle at all, but you couldn’t blame him, as he was masterminding those steaks and that took all of his time.
Pearl Glindmeier at the head of the line with it, and she did a fine job of getting all the signatures. What did it matter that a few of the pages got dotted with coffee or some of the signatures were a bit shaky, from writing on not too steady a surface. Mission was accomplished. Thanks, Pearl. The long table holding all the food was set behind the barbeques and while Hal was facing one way tending to the steaks, Marge, Lee and Mae were in the back of him, facing the other way, serving the guests. There not being much distance between the two areas it got a bit crowded; and as they moved back and forth, bumping into each other, it was sort of like doing the frug, backwards.
Marge was the dispenser of the rolls and butter, then after each person helped himself to the salad, Lee served the dressing, using the ladle. Working in haste, she’s convinced that not only did she cover the salad with the dressing, but that many an arm and hand were the recipients of it, too. Mae’s lot was to serve the beans and I suspect she may have had a bit of the same trouble.
Kay and Susan Berry, plus Karen and Sandy Mullane dispensed the soda pop at a special little stand, and their teachers would be real proud at how fast they could make change, and get it right.
Me thinks Pat Glindmeier had the best job of all though, as he, along with Bud, got to tend the beer counter, with an assist from Mel.
We're so sorry for what happened to Johnny Berry. You never saw a 15-year-old work harder than he did, all day long, helping wherever he could and never complaining. Toward evening it was discovered he had a very bad sore throat, so wisely his parents insisted that he stay indoors for the rest of the evening. I think he was pretty receptive to the idea by then but after all that work he didn’t get to enjoy any of the fun! Father Tom Berry was relegated to the indoors, also. But his time was spent in the office all day. So many folks wanted to talk to him about property that he never did get to the party. He was still talking to folks at 11 p.m. So many folks wanted to talk to him about property that he never did get to the party. He was still talking to folks at 11 p.m. This being our first big event, things probably didn’t go as smoothly as they should have, come serving time. Like some barked “Why didn’t we test the coffee urn before that night?” But what would we have done with 30 gallons of coffee? Anyhow, how would we know the water wouldn’t heat faster or that the spigot wouldn’t turn?
After several of us stood around the darn thing, coaxing and pleading with it, someone took a pair of pliers to the spigot, and the brown stuff finally consented to spew out; then several people told us it was the best coffee
Meadview Monitor, January 1967.
FIRST OUTDOOR BARBEQUE HUGE SUCCESS, By Jackie Brown
Meadview Monitor, February, 1967
BOAT OWNERS INVITED ON OUR FEB. 25 CRUISE By Unknown
Scheduled for Saturday, February 25th, is an all day Boat Cruise on nearby, beautiful Lake Mead. This will be a very leisurely outing planned for friends and family groups, and everyone is invited. Lake Mead means Outdoor Recreation! Lake Mead means swimming, it means boating, water skiing—cruises and regattas. Lake Mead means hiking and camping, and it’s a sunny mecca for the amateur or professional photographer. Lake Mead also means fishing. In fact, in the far West, the term outdoor recreation is almost synonymous with the Lake Mead National Recreation Area. Time Magazine reports that Lake Mead is the most popular of all of the National Parks in the United States. The traffic to this lake has reached to over 3,700,000, and the number is still growing. That’s even more phenomenal when you consider the fact that a bare quarter of a century ago, Lake Mead didn’t even exist. Construction began on Hoover Dam in 1931—and the work wasn’t completed until five years later. Lake Mead is a stepchild of what has been called one of the seven greatest engineering feats in United States history. Hand in hand with the development of this mighty man-made body of water has come a change in the American vacation and recreation pattern. Time was when Dad loaded the Mrs. And the kids in the family car and drove to either a seaside resort or a mountain retreat. Nowadays, however, the American family is looking for new worlds to conquer, on a year round basis. And Lake Mead has provided the answer to that. Mead is the largest artificial body of water in the world, it is approximately 100 miles long; that being from Hoover Dam to Pierce Ferry. At some points it is 16 miles wide and has 550 miles of shoreline-about the same distance as the shoreline between San Diego and San Francisco along the Pacific Coast.
Aside from fishing, Lake Mead offers other diversified activities. Non-anglers can enjoy cruises to scenic and colorful points of interest along the lake’s shores and to spectacular Boulder Canyon, Iceberg Canyon, Sandy Point and other spots, too numerous to mention.
A highlight of any cruise is the sight of wild burros and bighorn sheep along the shores of the lake.
The non-anglers, too, can laze in the sun at the several beaches on the lake. During the Summer swimming season, park service lifeguards are on constant duty to safeguard the thousands of swimmers.
Water skiing has moved to the fore as another aquatic attraction, and each year a 75 mile race is held with top water skiers from around the West competing. Another up and coming diversion at Lake Mead is skin diving. There’s enough variety in shoreline and lake bottom to satisfy most ardent years.
For the outboard enthusiast, regattas are held annually, and Lake Mead has come to be recognized as one of the foremost racing sites in the nation. Sectional, divisional and regional events have been staged on Lake Mead in recent years.
Our planned cruise is not an endurance contest, nor is it a race with time, it’s just a get together, get acquainted, fun trip, so pack a lunch and come join us. Starting point twill be from the South Cove launching ramp at 9:00 a.m. SHARP, Arizona time. From there we will cruise down the lake at a leisurely pace, making stops at Temple Bar, Hoover Dam and Lake Mead Marina.
Our able boat enthusiast and sportsman, Rivcor President, Frank Glindmeier, has compiled a mileage chart for boaters using the lake. On a recent trip from South Cove to Boulder Beach, we had occasion to check it out and the log to very accurate. A copy of the chart is printed in this issue of the Monitor, for your convenience, and additional copies may be obtained for the asking. Everyone is requested to bring food enough for their own party and at lunchtime we will rendezvous for a picnic at one of the nice coves.
If you do not wish to prepare your own food, you may purchase a box lunch from the Meadview Marina Snack Bar.
If any of you are bringing campers or trailers there is plenty of parking space at the Meadview campground. The Snack Bar is open until midnight on Friday nights, so you may register there if the office is closed when you arrive.
Meadview is easy to find, just refer to the map on the back page. For anyone coming from the Los Angeles area, it is faster and easier to take the Las Vegas highway, turning off at the Henderson cutoff.
All you need do to join our Cruise is to fill in and mail the coupon below. Incidentally, any size boat is welcome. See you on the 25th.
Break out your thinking caps, hook up your rig and join us for one of the dog-gondest family fun events that you’ve ever participated in on Sunday, March 25th at South Cove. And for gosh sakes, don’t forget to bring along those extra brainy kids, who will likely get a chance to show their parents a thing or two in the IQ category. Have you ever participated in a water oriented treasure hunt? If you have, you know what great fun it can be. If you haven’t, you ‘ve missed one of the most exciting and different forms of water recreation ever conceived. It makes no difference whether you belong to the “I only like fishing” group, get your kicks out of water skiing, or specialize in cruisin’ and boozin’. If you enjoy boating, you’ll have a ball on this treasure hunt. The event will officially get under way at 10:00 a.m. Saturday morning, (Arizona time) at South Cove Landing, where a pilot’s meeting will be held, explaining the fine details of the Treasure Hunt. At this meeting, the treasure maps will be distributed to all persons entering the event, and the first clue handed out. This will be a point to point treasure hunt with each numbered clue leading you to the next point etc., through a total of 15 different clues and locations. What do the clues consist of? Well, they take the form of puzzles, rhymes, head scratchers, double-meaning phrases, and frankly, any other form that we can think that will bamboozle you. The idea is not to stop you completely, but to slow you down long enough to let somebody else maybe get ahead of you. In a treasure hunt, the victor is not the swift, but the brainy.
This event will be open to anyone who wants to participate, and any kind of a boat is certainly eligible. The only folks that will have an advantage over their competitors will be those with the most people in the boat, ‘cause you can never get enough brains on an event of this type. And incidentally, those youngsters can often furnish the key idea
that often slips past mom and dad. You’ll want to bring pencils and scratch paper, because some of the clues will require a little figuring, others will require decoding. Sounds too tough? Well, it really isn’t. It’s just a heck of challenge and a chance to match your wits against a lot of other friendly boating folks. We’ll guarantee you that it will bring out the best of your competitive spirit, and provide you with one of the nicest days of boating that you have ever enjoyed.
The first few clues will be comparatively simple, in order to get everyone off to a good start. Then, progressively, each clue will get just a little tougher, until finally the last few will probably draw a few ++++&&&*** remarks, In order to eliminate luck and following of the leader, the winner of the event will be determined by the first boat having the biggest number of CONSECUTIVE clues. In other words, there can’t be a break in the numbering of the clues that you turn in, ‘cause that means that you were stumped at one point, and lucked on to the other ones. To the first boat with the highest number of consecutive clues turned in, a handsome trophy paying honor to his brainy achievement will be presented.
The clues will be located on beaches, coves, islands, and at other points of simple access, and it will not be necessary to tear up the shoreline of the lake trying to find the specific clues. If you can figure out the message in the clue, then determine exactly where on the lake that clue will lead you, you will have no trouble finding the clue. The challenge is in the figuring out of the location, and then getting there. At each clue location, 100 clues all be staked out, all reading the same. Your boat can take one or two of these and leave the balance for the competitors following you.
The fun really starts as the field begins to thin out, and the first four, five or six boats are all vying for top position. You can imagine the embarrassment of the lead boat as he streaks off to a proposed clue
location, five boats behind him all convinced that he knows where he is going, only to find out that he and his trailing armada have gone in the wrong direction. During this time, a darkhorse from further back in the ranks has figured out the proper location, and has “cut them off at the pass”, and taken the lead. Needless to say, dirty pool is to be expected from your fellow competitors, for throwing you off the track is as important as figuring out the next clue location. “Teaming up” of two or more boats is fair and square, but sinking of your competitors boat is frowned upon. You are bound to meet a lot of new friends on this event, some of whom have been quite helpful, and others who have done their best to out fox you.
The deadline for turning in your clues and the presentation of the trophy to the winner will be at 3:00 p.m. on Saturday at South Cove. This means that you have five hours overall in which to do your darndest, but three o’clock is the deadline, and anyone checking clues after that time will not be eligible for the trophy. The limits of the treasure hunt will be from the North end of Iceberg Canyon to the West end of the Virgin Canyon. All in all you should have fuel enough for five hours of steady running in the lake, even though the actual total running time for the treasure hunt will be much less than this. Remember, you will probably go in the wrong direction a couple of times and that takes just as much fuel as if you were headed in the right direction.
Again, speed will not be the deciding factor. Brain power will be more important than horsepower. Breakfast, box lunches, outboard fuel etc. are available for those who wish at the Meadview Marina. Those boats rendezvousing at South Cove from other landings such as Temple Bar, need only be at South Cove by 10:00 a.m. for the pilot’s meeting. Remember, that’s Arizona time, and mark March 25th aside on your calendar right now. You and your family will have a wonderful time on the treasure hunt. (And so will we). Make your plans early.
Ahoy mates, see you March 25th!
Meadview Monitor, May 1967
QUARTERMASTER LOOKOUT - BAT MINE BY JACKIE BROWN
“A good time was had by all,” seems an appropriate phrase, when applying it to the Auto Caravan trip taken to the Bat Cave Tower and Quartermaster Lookout points, recently. For everyone really DID seem to have a good time and all expressed their delight at having gone.
True, it wasn’t everyone who would stand on the edge of the ledge and look over, but by and large, most of the folks were real brave and did at least sneak a peak.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about, let me explain. In Saturday, April 8, 1967, a large group met at the Meadview Marina store, including yours truly and hubby, Hal Brown. Our destination was to the south rim of the lower Grand Canyon and specifically to Quartermaster Lookout and to the towers that overlook the bat cave on the opposite side of the Colorado River. Each of these viewpoints hold a fascination of their own and each has a story to tell, but will go in to that a bit later.
“Take off” time was 9:00 a.m. and the caravan departed pretty much on schedule. About half the vehicles were conventional automobiles and the other half pickups with campers. Our conveyance falls in either category as its part car and part pickup, one of those 2 seater, 4 door jobs with a truck bed on the back. The manufacturer calls it a Crew Cab so guess that’s good enough.
Hal and I, along with Martha and Ed Lopez, were in the lead car and equipped with a Citizens Band radio. Fourteen vehicles back, our follow-up car, manned by Frank and Clo George, was also equipped with the same. These radios allowed direct contact fore and aft, and this instituted as a precaution in the event anyone experienced car trouble, or for any emergency. The two way contact worked beautifully but was not very conducive to general conversation within the Crew Cab, and this was a terrible blow to two women who wanted to talk.
The first part of the took us through the large, nearby, Joshua forest, and this is an experience in itself if you have never seen Joshuas. These particular one are the largest we have ever seen anywhere, and are almost gargantuan in appearance, with their great huge limbs reaching out in all directions.
Next, we passed by the Diamond Bar Ranch where Suzie and little Joy Kump greeted us with a hello and goodbye. Here, the first ranch gate is encountered with another in close succession. add text.
With the nasty business of opening and closing gates out of the way, for a while, the string of cars processed up through a rather rugged and interesting canyon, rising in elevation all the time. It is along these hillsides that the vegetation starts to change to the Junipers, Pinon Pine, some Cedars and the Century Plant. A complete change of scenery.
Once out of the hilly terrain, the road levels off and soon the fence to the Hualapai Indian Reservation is in sight, with another gate. After dispensing with that barbed barrier, we took off for our final destination traveling through an entirely different kind of county, a flat grassy mesa.
With noting to obstruct our view, it is here you first begin to see the colorful and rugged formations of the Lower Grand Canyon, with their pink, lavender and hazy blue bluffs staring right at you.
These bluffs, on the north rim, are actually across the canyon from where we are going.
With in a half hour the caravan had started to skirt the top and the edge of the south rim of the canyon walls themselves; and had all the vehicles bee “bugged,” I’m sure we would have heard plenty of oohs and aahs. This is when the term, awe inspiring, applies, for the scene before you leaves one at a loss for words. The color and the depths of these canyon walls become too hard for this neophyte writer to describe.
It is at this point where the towers of the bat mine operation are located and where our group had lunch, and it would be pretty safe to say that everyone was quite captivated with the scenes before them.
This is what we have learned about the history of the bat mines. Several years ago some enterprising concern decided to mine bat guano from the bat caves, which are located on the north side of the Colorado River, at an inaccessible point on that side. Not to be outdone, a tower was built on the south rim, and from this structure a cable was strung high across the river to the cave on the other side. Gondolas were hung from the cable to ferry the men across, and once over there the mining of the guano began.
Standing on this point, underneath the tower, you realize what a tremendous fete the building of that installation was. That, plus all the natural beauty of the terraced canyon walls, which seem to have been carved with a knife; and along with that the rainbow of muted colors, well, it just about becomes more than one can grasp.
Tis profound evidence of man and nature is only marred by the fact that one day, a few years back, a low flying plane out an end to this spectacular crossing over the river.
Flying down between the canyon walls themselves, someone in a frisky jet, happened to hit the cable with the tip of the plane’s wing, and though the culprit came out unscathed, the impact broke the cable and that was the end of mining bat guano.
After a leisurely lunch, the vehicles once more lined up single file, behind the Crew Cab and within a short distance we were at Quartermaster Lookout. Elevation, approximately 5,000 feet.
This point may not have as colorful a history as the Bat Cave Towers it is equally, if not more impressive. One can drive right to the edge of the precipice (if they so desire), but all chose to walk; for here the cliffs just drop off into an empty void, straight down. Something like 3,000 feet.
Far below, wending its snaky way in and around the canyon walls, is the murky Colorado River, seemingly no wider than a strip of highway.
Quartermaster Lookout, we understand, came by its name from an old navy man, who noted the resemblance of one of the bluffs, to a ship. And it really does look like a large vessel sitting there.
To demonstrate the depth and the perpendicular angle of that particular part of the canyon wall, Hal stood on a jutting ledge and tossed large rocks down below. He made his point very well and soon others were also heaving and tossing, and all this bit of by-play literally turned yours truly’s stomach up side down. It was with a sigh of relief then, when the call came to head homeward.
The return trip brought us back to Meadview in plenty of time for a short respite before the Sportsman’s Barbeque commenced. Filing our tummies with those heavenly steaks seemed a perfect end to a perfect day.