Shout Out and Lost Dutchman

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Lost Dutchman State Park

March 20, 2020

Shout out to Steve and Chuck Nesbit. I am so thankful for their generosity of recommendations and ideas for my walkabout. For example, when Chuck read that some state parks had closed, he sent me a link that I can check everyday for updates. Gentlemen, I am very grateful. 😁. Don’t stop!

Lost Dutchman State Park

The Park is located on the Apache Trail, State Route 88, north of Apache Junction. Highway 88 crosses the northwest portion of the Park, private land is on the south, and the Tonto National Forest on the north and east. The Park provides views and access to the most scenic portions of the legendary Superstition Mountains and maintains facilities to support the recreational activities. The famous tales of the Lost Dutchman Gold Mine are known throughout the world, with travelers from all over coming to seek the legend and experience the mystery. (See article below that Steve sent to me about the mine.). If not in search of the gold, they become entranced with the golden opportunities to experience the beautiful and rugged area known as the Superstition Wilderness accessible by trails from the Park.

BLM developed Lost Dutchman State Park in 1972 as a day use recreation area. The infrastructure for the site included underground utilities, restroom buildings, ramadas, paved roads and parking areas and picnic facilities. The site also had a sewer treatment plant and primary three-phase electrical system. In the mid 1970s, BLM transferred the Park to the state of Arizona.

The Legend of The Lost Dutchman Goldmine

(copied without permission from

There’s gold in them there hills — or is there? In the Superstition Mountains outside of Phoenix, people have died trying to find out.

In 2009, Denver bellhop Jesse Capen, obsessed with finding the Lost Dutchman gold mine, took a month’s vacation into the Superstition Mountains outside Phoenix to search for that legendary treasure. It was three years before a search-and-rescue team located Capen’s skeletal remains at the bottom of a 180-foot cliff.

His fatal mistake was likely going up there alone.

No matter the risks, this alleged mother lode lures hundreds of prospectors every year into this wilderness near Apache Junction, Arizona — occasionally at the expense of their lives. German immigrant Jacob Waltz, nicknamed “the Dutchman,” took his secret to the grave in 1891, at around the age of 83. Lending credibility to the lore, Waltz had remarkably high-grade gold ore in a candle box under his deathbed. It was rumored he had dictated to some neighbors a complicated map, but neither they nor anybody else ever found his mine.

A few reasons why the Dutchman’s gold hasn’t been found and some treasure-seekers didn’t come out alive: Magnetic rock fouls up compasses, summers in the Superstitions can be fatally hot and winters deadly cold, cell phones won’t work up into the higher reaches, and the cliffs are treacherously steep.

George Johnston, who first tried to find the treasure in the 1950s, was still working for the Superstition Mountain — Lost Dutchman Museum up until his August 30, 2017, death at age 97.

“Most people don’t take enough water and they often wear slacks or shorts and flat shoes,” Johnston said in a 2016 interview. “If they sprain an ankle and are alone, they can kiss their lives goodbye.”

Johnston, who grew up in New York, first heard about the Lost Dutchman from a cover story in Life in 1937, when he was 16. He first visited Phoenix in the 1950s. “I took my two boys on a hike into the Superstitions, hoping we could find the treasure,” Johnston recalled. “After a while, my son spotted somebody watching us. I kept seeing a reflection behind us from something metallic, like a rifle or pistol. I am sure somebody was stalking us. Folks had claims all over those mountains and would commonly fire warning shots to scare trespassers — or even now and then murder those they thought were seeking the Dutchman’s gold. Nobody went in unarmed.”

Though Johnston lived to tell his tales, some haven’t: In the last 125 years, more than a few “Dutch Hunters” have lost their lives looking for that fabled gold mine. “This is a rugged wilderness area in terrain and temperature changes,” Johnston declared. “Go up there in late fall wearing shorts and a storm can plunge temperatures so fast you can die of hypothermia. A few years ago, three guys from [Utah], who had trekked up there before, went looking for the Dutchman’s mine in June. A storm came through one night and they all died of hypothermia.” The mountains are also full of box canyons, where it’s easy to become disoriented — and you must walk out the same way you walk in, which is easier said than done.

One theory why nobody has found the mine is that Waltz might have even been a claim jumper who hid stolen loot up there in a dugout and made trips whenever he needed money.

But his gold was genuine: Three neighbors took the gold ore from under Waltz’s bed when he died, claiming he told them they could have it. Some was sold to a San Francisco mint; some was made into a necklace and matching bracelet; some was shipped to a jeweler and fashioned into a matchbox case that measures 4.5 inches long by 1.5 inches wide.

The matchbook case was lent by its current owner to the Superstition Mountain — Lost Dutchman Museum to be showcased for one day in November 2015, and a photograph of the case is now a permanent display there. “To give you an idea of how rich that ore was,” Johnston explained, “if a mine produces two and a half ounces of gold per ton of rock, it is a bonanza. Well, the Dutchman’s gold ore that made that matchbook case assayed out to 50 ounces per ton.”

The Lost Dutchman legend also has a link to wealthy Mexican cattle ranchers of the 1800s, the Peralta family from Sonora, who supposedly dug many gold treasures out of the Superstitions. Their plundering ended in 1848, or so the tale is told, when on a gold run back to Mexico all but a few got massacred by Apaches. Some say the Apaches went back to the mine and hid the gold, and the Dutchman either stumbled across it or did a favor for a surviving Peralta, who directed him to the stash.

Both allegations and actual incidents have fueled the legend over the years, none more than the “Peralta Stones,” found in 1949 in the Superstition foothills. A hiker literally tripped over a sharp piece of rock and dug up four flat stones on which were carved instructions and a crude map. The carvings included a priest holding a cross; the words Sonora, Mexico; a horse; and words that translate to “I pasture north of the river” (where the trail starts into the Superstitions near the Salt River). Other carved messages mention “dangerous canyon walls” and “18 marked places” to get to “el corazón” (the heart). Two stones are rough maps leading to a carved heart, the supposed treasure location; centered in the heart is the date 1847, one year before all but a few Peraltas met their doom.

Dutch Hunters are convinced those stones refer to the Dutchman’s mine and that the Peraltas carved them to find their way back. An expert who once examined the stones believed the carvings were made with modern tools and are a hoax — but there’s no way to prove that. Replicas and pictures of the stones remain on display at the Superstition Mountain — Lost Dutchman Museum in Apache Junction. The actual stones are in the care of Greg Davis, director of research, acquisitions, libraries, and archives for the Superstition Mountain Historical Society. Viewable by appointment, the stones are kept in a large room built onto Davis’ Tempe, Arizona, home.

Along with an assortment of rumors and yarns, those stones keep the legend alive and the hopeful hoping.

The Superstition Wilderness was declared a National Wilderness Area in 1964. Then in 1984 — to discourage treasure hunters from going in there — the federal government passed a law forbidding prospecting and digging in that area. So even if you were to find the mine, you’d have to figure out a way to sneak it out under the nose of the federal government, which would lay claim to it.

Yet, people continue to search for a treasure they are convinced is there and theirs for the taking. They are not necessarily crackpots, either: Former Arizona attorney general Bob Corbin searched for that mine off and on for 50 years. Now in his late 80s, Corbin remains convinced that the mine is out there.

Some years ago, someone found a note in a bottle floating in the Salt River. The note writer claimed he was in the Superstitions and had found the Dutchman’s mine, but was trapped and needed help. He gave directions, but search parties found neither the man nor the mine and concluded it was another Dutchman’s hoax.

Despite all the hokum and the hoaxes and even the risks and dangers, Dutch Hunters keep searching for what they are convinced is a genuine and gigantic pot of gold. “We discourage them, especially between April and October because of the intense heat. But they rarely listen. They’ve bought the maps and read the books and they know it all,” said Johnston, whose last search for the treasure was when he was 70 and in good shape — as part of a party led by a seasoned prospector, who set up trail markings and water drops along the way.

The legend of the Lost Dutchman continues to kindle the fancy of countless others. And who can blame them for wanting to believe that the old Dutchman’s gold is up there for the taking, any less than we want to believe that some prehistoric monster is swimming the backstroke in Loch Ness or that Sasquatch is taking morning jogs in the Northwest woods?


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