Treasure hunters who visited a canyon in Southeastern Arizona near the Mexican border reported seeing strange lights in the sky and stones falling from the heavens. They also encountered a mysterious stone archway that can alter time at random. The story is intriguing, and it raises the question of whether a time portal is hidden in the Arizona Mountains.
According to treasure hunter Ron Quinn, he and his friends visited the mysterious canyon during a two-year adventure into Southern Arizona in search of lost mines and hidden Spanish treasures. High among the rugged terrain bordering Mexico, they discovered a location where time itself is altered. This natural freak of nature lies deep within a region seldom visited by modern man.
The story began in early 1956 and still remains an unsolved mystery today.
The reason I am bringing this tale to light after all this time is that something in the works might affect this interesting place. Tucson Electric Power Company plans on building a 345,000-watt high-voltage transmission line from Tucson to Nogales. The line could come quite close to this site.
When this line becomes active, what, if anything, will this enormous voltage do to this delicate location? Will it enhance the natural energy already lurking within it or have no effect at all? Only time will tell.
The following stories all took place around this mysterious location.
After being discharged from the military, I was approached by my brother Chuck with an intriguing proposition. He asked if I would be interested in embarking on an extended trip to Arizona to search for several of the legendary lost treasures that were allegedly hidden during the Spanish occupation.
I was immediately captivated by the idea, and we began making plans. With the help of our parents, we saved enough capital for two years. At the time, I was 23 years old, and Chuck was 26.
On March 20, 1956, we left Tacoma, Washington, and headed towards Arivaca, Arizona. This small desert hamlet of around 70 residents was located in the heart of the country and was known to harbor some of these well-known hidden treasures.
After three weeks of treasure hunting, Chuck and I were relaxing at our campsite one evening. We noticed two large balls of blue-green lights slowly descending behind the Tumacacori Mountains to the south. These lights were not flares, as no sound of aircraft broke the silence of the night. Both vanished within minutes.
The following night at precisely the same time, 8:05 p.m., the lights appeared once again near the identical location. These also disappeared behind the peaks.
Several days later, Louie Romero, a local cowboy who rode for the Arivaca Ranch, stopped by our campsite. Over several weeks, we became friends and learned a great deal about the area’s history from him. While in Arivaca, we heard from the locals that if Louie tells you something, you can bet your life it’s the truth.
During one of his weekly visits, Louie told us many stories centering around the nearby mountains. Several bordered on the paranormal. After describing the odd lights we had seen, he smiled and said that he and others have spotted them since 1939 in the same location. Over the months, we saw them several more times.
Doorway to the Gods
One day, while returning to Arivaca, we noticed an old truck parked beside the road with a flat tire. The gentleman stood beside his vehicle trying to hitch a ride to the nearest service station. Since we did not have a spare tire, we offered him a ride to the Kinsley Ranch and gas station. After having the tire repaired, we returned John, an Indian, to his truck where we mounted the tire for him. John was grateful for our help, as not many white men had shown him such kindness.
A month or so later at camp, we were surprised to see John approaching us on horseback. He told us he was working temporarily for a local ranch, checking the fence lines.
While talking in general about the surrounding country, Chuck mentioned that we were treasure hunting. As a boy, John said he heard many tales of lost mission gold and silver. He also believed some of the tales were true, as treasure was found in 1907 near Nogales.
Later, John told us about a mysterious stone archway. Roy told him that we came across such a formation south of camp. John’s first words were, “Did you walk through its opening?”
Walt answered, “No. We noticed it while descending a slope but paid little attention to the oddity.”
John told us that around the 1800s, three Indians were hunting and upon returning to their village, discovered a stone archway. Being in a jubilant mood, they began chasing one another through the opening in a playful manner.
Moments later, one jumped through but never emerged from the opposite side. Fearing they had entered some sacred ground of the gods, the remaining two fled the scene. Arriving at the village, they told the medicine man how their friend had vanished before their eyes.
Chuck Quinn examining geodes from the site in 1956.
As the story spread, others journeyed to the high plateau to gaze upon the stone structure. Rocks and other items were tossed through but nothing occurred–until an elderly woman approached. Tossing in a live rabbit, it suddenly vanished. The Indians backed off in fear and spread the story of this “Doorway to the Gods,” as it came to be known.
John himself has been to the site on many occasions. The only time he witnessed anything strange was around 1948. A big storm had blown in, and the sky was filled with dark clouds in all directions. As he rode past the archway, he noticed the sky through its opening was blue–no clouds were visible. Dismounting, he walked cautiously toward the formation and peered through. The mountains on the other side hadn’t changed, but the sky was clear. Looking around the corner of the structure, the sky was once again covered with dark clouds. Fear gripped him and he rode off.
Some believe John was looking into another time period through the portal. We asked John: If the story was indeed true, why hadn’t it been investigated? He replied that only his people knew of the story, as it had never been mentioned outside the tribe. The only reason he told us was because we had shown him kindness while stranded beside the highway.
Curious, we decided to make another trip to the remote site with Roy Purdie and Walter Fisher–two fellow treasure hunters who were camping with us. It’s a rugged climb, and the torturous, craggy mountains play no favorites. Enter their domain, make an error, and you’ll be added to the list of the injured and missing.
This mysterious area is covered with windswept rock formations that dot the landscape. Searching further, we discovered an enormous deposit of geodes. The ground was littered with them. Some had broken open, revealing their crystal-lined interiors.
As we approached the archway, the structure took on a menacing appearance. It stood beside a rocky slope, and was perhaps 7 feet high by 5 feet in width. Its columns measured approximately 15 inches in diameter and were made of andesite.
Chuck jokingly tossed several rocks through, but nothing happened. Next, I placed my arm in. Roy, the superstitious member of our foursome, said I was flirting with danger if the story was true. Knowing his nature towards the unknown, I decided to play a joke. I suddenly yelled, like something was pulling me through. Jumping back, I began laughing as Roy cussed me out. By now, we were all close friends, so no offense was taken.
After several hours we departed this interesting location, carrying a number of geodes. I remember glancing back at this lonely part of the world, wondering if there was truly something within the area that could alter time at random. Was it just the archway itself, or were other unknown natural forces at play?
We would definitely discover the answer–at least to the time-altering question.
Horses From Beyond
It was roundup time on the Arivaca Ranch. That evening, Louie and several others were camping beside the corral just north of the mountains to get an early start the following morning. As they sat around having coffee and making small talk, Louie noticed how still the night was. Most evenings, one could hear the night sounds of the desert. But this time it was unusually quiet, and the livestock seemed restless.
As they were about to bed down, they suddenly heard the rumbling of approaching horses. As the sound grew closer, one could hear the clattering of hoofs among the rocks accompanied by the whinnying of many horses. As the sound increased, the boys dove for cover, expecting to see a herd of horses stampeding through camp. But as the rumbling reached the opposite side of a nearby canyon, it abruptly ended.
The following morning, they searched, but found no evidence of horses. Louie mentioned wild horses once roamed the country around the turn of the century. Were Louie and the others caught on the outer edge of some time change?
It turns out they were near our mysterious archway.
Before continuing, I’d like to set forth a theory told to us by a party well-versed in the field of the strange and paranormal: Perhaps an enormous deposit of geodes beneath the surface might be affecting time in some mysterious manner. When all the natural elements –the vibration of the crystals, the electricity in the atmosphere and the magnetic fields in the earth–come together at the precise moment, laws of nature are turned topsy-turvy, and things occur beyond our understanding. It could be like dropping a stone into a pool of calm water–the archway being the stone and the waves expanding outward could be the natural forces. These might reach anywhere from several yards to a mile.
The Encounter
The sun was setting as I reached the top of the hill. The archway stood before me, its imposing presence casting an eerie shadow over the surrounding landscape. I had been here before, but never alone. This time, there was no one to share the experience with, no one to witness what was about to happen.
As I approached the archway, I could feel a strange energy emanating from it. The air was thick with anticipation, and I felt a sense of dread creeping over me. I knew that I was about to cross a threshold, to enter a realm beyond my understanding.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped through the archway.
In an instant, the world around me changed. The familiar landscape of the canyon was gone, replaced by a strange and unfamiliar world. The trees were taller, the mountains were more rugged, and the air was filled with a sense of ancient power.
I was lost.
I wandered through this alien world for what seemed like hours, calling out for help, but my voice was swallowed up by the vastness of the wilderness. As darkness fell, I knew that I had to find shelter for the night.
I stumbled upon a cave and crawled inside, shivering from the cold. As I lay there in the darkness, I could hear strange noises all around me. The sounds of unseen creatures moving through the night.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but the fear was too great. I lay awake all night, listening to the sounds of the night and wondering if I would ever see my home again.
At first light, I emerged from the cave and began to make my way back to the archway. I knew that if I could just find my way back, I could return to my own world.
After what seemed like an eternity, I finally reached the archway. I took a deep breath and stepped through.
In an instant, I was back in the familiar world of the canyon. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I was safe.
I had no idea how long I had been gone, but it felt like a lifetime. I had experienced something that I could never have imagined, something that defied all logic and reason.
I knew that I would never be the same again.
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