When I began searching for information about my godmother, Stacia Davis, and her husband Conley, I discovered that while few folks remembered them, more could recall stories about Frank Davis, Conley’s father. Frank was noted primarily for his expertise in rustling livestock, particularly horses. (See “Early Life in the Owyhee,” Ch. 4 ‘Moonshine and Long Ropes.’”) Robert Danner, Glenn Fretwell’s grandfather, was the postmaster in Jordan Valley. To avoid being seen, Frank would come to the Danner place in the middle of the night to collect his mail. According to one story, someone took a pot shot at Frank in the dark as he came out the door with his mail, leaving a hole in his hat!
Glenn Fretwell atop the Corral Wall
When I arrived in Jordan Valley for my current visit, Glenn told me of stumbling upon a rock corral in Blue Canyon that he thought might have been part of Frank’s operation. Because of their ready availability and their suitability for a rough form of dry stone masonry, basalt stones were commonly used in the construction of the walls and small buildings. In any case, given the dearth of trees, stones were about the only material available to put up walls strong enough to hold horses.w
Corral Wall in front of Basalt Talus Shot from Center of Corral
The site of the Blue Canyon corral was surely chosen because it made the corral difficult to see until one is upon it. Below the canyon rim, the corral sits in a low spot and is in the shadows at least until midday, even later when the days grow short. It is beside a talus from which the corral was built, making it–like a trompe-l’œil–difficult to distinguish, especially in the dark shadows. Glenn’s previous visit, and additional information from Tim Davis, saved us much time searching for it. The darkness and severe contrast with the bright sky made photography a bit of challenge for one who hadn’t taken much more than few snapshots with an iPhone over the past year.
Glenn Fretwell Above Corral Wall
Although overgrown with sage brush and tall grass, and missing a gate, this corral was nonetheless easily in the best shape of any rock corral I have seen. It is circular, measuring perhaps 60 feet in diameter. Because of the uneven topography, the wall in places is nearly ten feet high, though one can still look down into it while standing on the adjacent slope. The location of the corral leaves little doubt that it was for concealing stolen animals, though we can only speculate whether it was used by Frank Davis.
On our return trip we passed the ruins of of another stone corral at Lower McCain Springs, named for early rancher Jim McCain. It has pretty much collapsed or has been raided for stone, but the shape is still obvious. Not far way are the ruins of what must have been a small building. Glenn surmised that given the distance from the McCain ranch, which he estimated to be around twenty miles, it must have been shelter for buckaroos tending the cattle.
While examining the building ruins, I noticed that we were being carefully watched by the local caretaker–a curious young badger who didn’t seem particularly bothered by our presence and only dived back in his hole when Glenn came near him.
McCain Ruins Guardian Badger