When I wrote about hiking the David Yetman Trail in the Tucson Mountains, we ended at the Stone House. Here are a few pictures and a little history.
The trail signs and hikers call this the Stone House. It was once the homestead of Sherry and Ruby Bowen. Nestled within the Tucson Mountains and surrounded by nature. Back in the 1930’s, when the house was built on the Bowen’s 2000 acres, the only sounds would have been the birds, wind and the howling of coyotes. Even today, with the exception of an occasional plane passing overhead, it continues to be peaceful. Ruby explored the land on the back of a burro. Her husband Sherry made the daily trek into town for his city editor’s job at the Arizona Daily Star. It must have been a rough road back then.
In June 0f 2014, Pima County had a dedication ceremony to acknowledge it’s historical value. An interpretive sign was installed, but there is no evidence of it today. This fireplace once kept the Bowen’s warm on chilly Tucson evenings.
You can see the remains of a stone bathtub.
Another fireplace was built at the opposite end of the house. It appears each room had a door to the outside.
Can you see yourself searching the desert for rocks, transporting each one and fitting them all together to create your home?
Windows surround the home with beautiful views of the desert.
It looks like a painting. It must have been amazing to watch and hear our summer storms.
Looking out to discover who is coming down the road for a visit. You had to have heard your visitors long before you saw them. In 1944 the Bowen’s left this desert paradise for Sherry’s new job in New York City. I cannot even begin to imagine that transition from peace, quiet and beauty to a city bustling with sounds and buildings. The property was abandoned.
At one time there was a fire, the evidence still remains. The windows, doors and interior walls may be gone, but the stones of the Sonoran Desert survive. It’s an easy walk to the house. It ‘s a good place to stop for a bite to eat, think about living here almost 100 years ago and sitting outside on a warm desert evening and enjoying the stars. If only these walls could tell us the stories.