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Wagoner, AZ 1971
Photo courtesy: Bonnie Helten
Wagoner exists today only in the minds and memories of local
residents as well as people that have traveled

Wagoner Water Holding Tank c. 12/19/07
Photo courtesy: Bonnie Helten
In the early 1800’s Wagoner was named for Jaye Edward
Wagoner, founder of the community. His wife Minerva was postmaster. During its
existence, according to local historian and rancher, John Cooper, Wagoner
boasted of having the oldest Sinclair Gas Station franchise in

Wagoner,
Photo courtesy: Mrs. John Cooper
There was a two story hotel with ten rooms. A barn with stalls for stagecoach horses. A dance hall with all the trimmings. The old general store with its hand pump that deposited gas in a vehicle via hand pump and gravity feed. A corral to hold horses and live stock. The old 500 gallon gasoline holding tank still remains if you look close enough.
Like all historical Arizona Ghost Towns Wagoner had its
highlights and lowlights. Being on the main thoroughfare between
Wagoner was the gathering place for government officials and
newspaper reporters for the double homicides at Tussock Springs a distance of
seven miles, in 1923. During this time Wagoner didn’t have a telephone and
communication of this sort was accomplished at
Mothers from

Reservoir before dam broke
Photo courtesy: Mrs. John Cooper
The workers on the Walnut Grove Dam project are also buried
in the
The winter of 1889/90 was unusually wet and the reservoir behind Walnut Dam just a mile southeast of Wagoner, soon filled. Storms and snow melt pushed the reservoir to its limit in February 1890. Trees and brush choked the spillways. The dam superintendent, Thomas H. Brown, grew concerned that the pressure may cause the dam to break.
Swollen flood gates could not be opened, not even with
dynamite. By the afternoon of February 21, a torrent of water 3 feet high
had crested the dam. Only then did Brown order an employee to race down the 22
mile stretch, to warn the more than 50 people at Gulch Camp that the dam may
break.
Dan Burke, employee and prospector, was chosen to deliver the message because of his supposed familiarity with the territory. But Burke, obviously more thirsty than concerned, stopped in at Goodwin's Station said to have been somewhere along Oak or Cherry Creek, to have a drink.
Late that evening, a second messenger, William Akard, caught
up with a drunken Burke at James Cameron's ranch, not far from Goodwin’s. Still
within sight of the lower diversion dam, the unleashed river would claim
Akard's life. The message of warning was never delivered.
It was around midnight of that fateful day, a deafening
blast and a blinding flash marked the snapping of an immense steel cable that
connected the water tower of Walnut Dam to its east bank. Witnesses would later
claim they thought a giant box of gunpowder had exploded. They watched in
horror as the tower teetered and fell. In the next instant, the entire dam,
including 90,000 tons of rock, seemed to move bodily downstream in slow motion,
sweeping clean everything in its path.
A roaring maelstrom of water, its crest a florescent glow in the darkness, towered 100 feet high and was said to "sound like Niagara Falls, only tenfold greater", was moving at over 60 miles per hour. It took the mass of rubble and water less than a half hour to sweep away the lower dam and main camp, fifteen miles downstream. Between the lower dam and Wickenburg, approximately 150 people were living. One of the few survivors, fittingly named Mr. Hardee, claimed that the flood filled the 200 yard wide valley, 60 foot deep.
Notably Wagoner could have been a resort community on the edge of the reservoir if only the dam had held. An attempt to rebuild the dam failed in the late 1920’s or early 1930’s. Wagoner was a bustling community with the construction of the Walnut Dam, which sat about a mile southeast of town.

J.C. Hunt grave at
Photo courtesy: Bonnie Helten
As you stand on the high bluff there is only one headstone remaining but ample evidence of many graves exist. If you pause and look to the southwest once on this bluff you can see the flat lake bottom that would have been Lake Walnut Grove in the valley below. Pictures still exist of boats and people enjoying the resort atmosphere in this lovely area.

Wagoner,
Photo courtesy: Bonnie Helten
A local rancher and property owner bulldozed all remains of Wagoner into a hole in 1997. The old general store was a derelict structure of days gone by, at the time. And of course was an irresistible adventure for anyone passing by to explore as it sat on the edge of the road. Safety we are sure was an issue to eliminate any potential accident or injury.

Wagoner,
Photo courtesy: Bonnie Helten
In addition to the water holding tank, windmill there are still some graves in and about the area if you know what to look for. In 2007 one grave still has a wooden cross marking its location. It is an adult male but nothing else is known about the grave according to John Cooper. Sadly when termites complete their work on the wooden structure nothing but rocks will mark this grave.

Lone grave marker –
Wagoner,
Photo courtesy: Bonnie Helten
About 4 miles to the west is the community of Walnut Grove
that still can be identified by the School House and local Church. The
Al Francis who built and named

Wagoner Hotel c. 1890’s
Photo courtesy: Mrs. John Cooper
The Wagoner Hotel burned in October 1942; the dance hall came to the same demise in 1948.

Mr. John Cooper 12/19/07 recalls history of the area,
standing at the remains of downtown Wagoner.
Photo courtesy: Bonnie Helten
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