Jan told us about Greasewood Flats after we went to the Desert Bar outside of Parker. Saturday Jim and I decided we really needed to get out of the house and a hamburger sounded so good.
During the Arizona Territory days, Reata Pass was on an old stagecoach stop along a dust-filled, rocky trail that wandered often steeply uphill northeast from Phoenix and on to connect Fort McDowell on the Verde River and Prescott. Crossing the McDowell Mountains in those days was no easy task as the climb took its toll on the passengers and horses.
Travelers were treated to a hearty meal and cool drink while the horses were being watered, A knee-high foundation of boulders and mortar supported a wooden one-room stage station built in 1882. Portions of the adobe walls and old stone foundation still exist, making Reata Pass the most authentic "cowboy" restaurant in the Valley. The old jailhouse across the road is original and was used elsewhere in the 1880's to hold Indian prisoners.
The 120 year old bunkhouse is currently where the bar and kitchen are located. Dollar bills, signed by patrons, hang from the ceiling. No indoor seating. You go in, order your burger and libation and take it back outside to sit at a picnic table.
We had a good time and it would be a lot of fun to go back there with a group of friends.
We came back home via the backroads and through Fountain Hills. Sure some pretty scenery up that way.
And then as we got close to home – one of my favorite views of all. The Superstitions