
In the 1800's the West was wild as hell.
Following an Apache raid of their village, a vengeful group of Navajo warriors went out searching. Legend says when the Indians returned, having no luck locating the perpetrators, they found there homes to be even further raided. The only three survivors were young women who had been taken as prisoners.
Scouts were sent out to scour the land for any trace of the missing women or the Apaches who had seemingly vanished into thin air. Twice.
Hunters were surprised to hear voices coming from the ground and smell the musk of fire. Soon the Navajos had found their enemies had ridden their horses into caves and crevices hidden by the terrain.
Two Apache lookouts were quickly captured and the rest were blockaded in their tombs. With the only conscious of the Navajo warriors to find their missing women, their worst fears were quickly confirmed: the Women had already been tortured to their deaths.
An effective extermination was in order and the Apaches quickly built a wall enclosing their enemies. Anything flammable was found to toss into the opening crevice where the Apache's lay in wait. Dry grasses and wood from the sparse foliage were set afire and the chimney effect suffocated and scorched the White Mountain Apache tribesmen much like a wild forest fire creeps up a canyon's wall with the winds force.
The legend of the Death Cave kept people coming back with campgrounds, gas stations and tourist attractions until an interstate bypass took it off the beaten path.
I ain't tryin to blow out spots, but new ones (or new to you) are out there, so keep your eyes open next time you pass a seemingly empty highway exit. There's a road there for a reason.