Not having a spare, the gentleman stood beside his vehicle trying to hitch a ride to the nearest service station. One day, as we were returning to Arivaca, we spotted an old truck parked beside the road with a flat tire. Over the months, we saw them several more times. After describing the odd lights we had seen, he smiled, saying he and others have spotted them since 1939 in the same location. While in Arivaca, we heard from the locals that if Louie tells you something, you can bet your life it's the truth.ĭuring one of his weekly visits, Louie told us many stories centering around the nearby mountains. Over several weeks, we became friends and learned a great deal of the history about the area from him.
Several days later, Louie Romero, a local cowboy who rode for the Arivaca Ranch, stopped by. The following night at precisely the same time, 8:05 p.m., the lights appeared once again near the identical location.
They were not flares, as no sound of aircraft broke the silence of the night. Our attention was directed toward two large balls of blue-green lights slowly descending behind the mountains several miles away. Towards the south, the craggy peaks of the Tumacacori Mountains were silhouetted against the darkening sky. This old adobe village was located squarely in the center of the country harboring some of these well-known hidden treasures.Ībout three weeks into this treasure game, Chuck and I were relaxing at camp one evening. Our final destination was Arivaca, Ariz., a small desert hamlet of perhaps 70 residents. We left Tacoma, Wash., on March 20, 1956. We saved enough capital, with the help of our parents, for two years. This ignited my adventurous spirit, so plans were made. My brother Chuck asked if I'd be interested in taking an extended trip to Arizona to search for several of the legendary lost treasures allegedly hidden during the Spanish occupation. This all began after my release from the military. The following stories all took place around this mysterious location. When this line becomes active, what, if anything, will this enormous voltage do to this delicate location? Enhance the natural energy already lurking within it, or nothing? Only time will tell. The line could come quite close to this site. Tucson Electric Power Company plans on building a 345,000-watt high-voltage transmission line from Tucson to Nogales. The reason I'm bringing this tale to light after all this time is because something in the works might effect this interesting place. This natural freak of nature lies deep within a region seldom visited by modern man. High among the rugged terrain bordering Mexico, my brother Chuck and I discovered a location where time itself is altered. It all began during a two-year adventure into Southern Arizona in search of lost mines and hidden Spanish treasures. This fascinating journey into the unknown began in early 1956 and still remains an unsolved mystery today. Therefore, we present his anecdotes as interesting stories-nothing more. Quinn speaks of, nor could we verify the events mentioned. The Weekly does not know the location of the site Mr. Plus, Quinn's got some credibility a life-long treasure hunter, Ron Quinn's stories have been appeared in Arizona Highways, Treasure Magazine and Fate. The Weekly staff decided to publish them after all, they are quite compelling. Upon his departure in January, Parnell passed them on to current Weekly Editor Jimmy Boegle. Quinn first submitted his stories to The Weekly's former editor, Michael Parnell, in November 2002.
Deep in the mountains close to the Mexican border, a mysterious place exists where time is altered at random.
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