On Sunday, December twentieth, two thousand and nine, a hiker came across a vacant white jeep parked up at a trailhead in the foothills of the Mystical Superstition Mountains, roughly
sixty miles east of Phoenix, Arizona. Over the years, the other Worldly Superstitions and its two hundred and seventy square miles of rocky cactus covered hills, canyons, and boulder strewn of royos, have proved an increasingly popular destination for intrepid hikers looking for something a little more challenging away from
the beaten track. As such, it isn't unusual to find the odd car left parked up for days on end at any one of the many trailheads dotted throughout the area, but something about the loneliness of this one particular jeep and the thick layer of dust that covered it gave the hiker pause for thought. Things only became more alarming when the hiker came across an eerily abandoned campsite a little further up the trail that looked like it hadn't been used in days, though it had been disturbed by
a recent storm. A significant stash of food, water, and personal belongings suggested that whoever had set the camp up had not intended to be gone from it for too long. Cynthia Burnet was at home in Denver, Colorado, the following day when she received a call from the Maricopa County Sheriff's office inquiring as to the whereabouts of her thirty
five year old son, Jesse Capon. A check on the license plate of the jeep returned Jesse's name, and given the circumstances, the police had been surprised to find that he wasn't on a missing person's list. As a teenage, Capon had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder and had dropped out of high school despite routinely scoring near the top of his class in exams. For eleven years, he worked the same job as a bellhop at the Sheraton Hotel
in downtown Denver. In the years leading up to his disappearance, Jesse, who had few friends and struggled socially, worked every hour available to rack up enough holiday time to take an extended four week break from work. He told his mother only that he was planning to go trekking through Arizona's
Tonto National Forest. The name is a little misleading, since, despite the pine forests found to the north, large swathes of its two point nine million acres, in particular to the south, are in fact comprised of rugged flat lands and cactus covered desert. So quite why Jesse would be camping at the southern edge of it in the Superstition Mountains. His mother had no idea. Then, the officer on the phone asked her if she'd ever heard of the Lost
Dutchman's Mine, but the phrase meant nothing to her. It was only when she went to search her son's room that things started to fall into place. You're listening to Unexplained, and I'm Richard McClean smith. On Jesse's bookshelves and strewn across a desk, Cynthia found an extensive collection of books and maps, all relating to the same thing, the mysterious whereabouts of a mythical lost gold mining claim known today
as the Lost Dutchman's Mine. Even before rumors of the Lost Dutchmen first snaked their way out of the Superstition's ethereal Sun's scorched crags and vast towers of jagged red rock the project high up out of the desert brush, like desperate fingers reaching up from the earth. The area was known as a cursed place, where any who dared to venture there would be lucky to come out alive,
Like many who'd come before him. Jesse Capan had been ensnared by the golden radiance of the Lost Dutchman enigma, unable to resist the temptation that he might just be able to do the one thing that nobody else had done and find it. But there is good reason why
you're just as likely to hear it. Spoken of as the cursed Lost Dutchman's Mind, the story is said by some to have all begun in December eighteen seventy nine with the arrival of a stranger appearing one night in the Mexican community of Phoenix, Arizona, on the brink of death. With his hands and feet torn up and his face bloodied and bruised. The man staggered forward, begging any one
to help him. As he would later go on to explain, he and a friend had been prospecting for gold in the Superstitions when they came across a narrow gully, at the bottom of which was a small stretch of granite covered an inch thick in black sand. Looking down at it, they were amazed to see large flecks of gold glinting
in the harsh sunlight. For years, rumors abounded among the Mexican community that the mountains, which only thirty years before were part of the nation of Mexico, were littered with gold. Believing they'd finally discovered the source of those tantalizing rumors, the men soon found themselves fishing out golden nuggets the size of beams from the sand as they raced to gather as much of it as they could. Then a
strange look came over one of the men. As the other followed the direction of his stare, he looked up to see the silhouette of a woman staring down at them from high up on a ledge, who then swiftly disappeared. Moments later, she returned, flanked by over fifty men of the Native American Dinnat tribe also known as Apache. It is said that for the Dinnair, the superstitions are a
deeply sacred place to be protected at all costs. As the men tried to make a break for it, they were quickly captured and taken off to a nearby cave, where, after hours of torture, the stranger's friend was killed. Driven by fear, the man had somehow managed to escape, then walked for what seemed like days and nights, stumbling through the treacherous landscape until he reached the safety of Phoenix or the gold they'd found he'd been forced to leave behind,
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Though some fortunes were made, there is little mention of any lost gold claims on record until that is, September first, eighteen ninety two, when a peculiar story appeared in the Arizona Weekly Gazette titled a Queer quest in search for Gold. It read missus Ew Thomas, formerly of Thomas Ice Cream Parlors, is now in the Superstition Mountains, engaged in work usually deemed strange to the woman's spear. She is prospecting for a lost mine, to the location of which she believes
she holds the key. Missus E. W. Thomas, named as her husband, was, in fact Julia Thomas born Julia Kahn in December eighteen sixty two in Louisiana to German immigrant parents. Julia married Emil Thomas in December eighteen eighty three and moved to Phoenix two years later, where the couple ran a bakery and ice cream parlor. In eighteen ninety, however, Emil walked out on his wife, leaving her with a hefty mortgage and considerable debts to pay in relation to
the business. Against all the odds, Julia, only twenty eight at the time, managed to sustain the business and over time began to rid herself of debt. When Emil was finally tracked down eighteen ninety one, Julia was granted a divorce, along with all the land, the store, and personal property she'd once owned with her husband. It is certainly strange, then, that only a year later she sold it all to venture into the mountains in search of untold riches, with
seemingly little knowledge and zero experience in the field. As many have suggested, it all comes back to Thomas Waltz for reasons not entirely known. The year before her sudden foray into the mountains, Julia took in an elderly man named Thomas Waltz who'd lost his home in the Great
Salt River flood. The river, which runs through Phoenix and to the north of the Superstitions, was the scene of a disastrous flash flood in February eighteen ninety one, destroying much of the small towns and communities that had grown up in its vicinity. After losing his home, the more or less destitute Waltz was then struck down with pneumonia
and appears to have turned to Julia for help. The relationship would be short lived, however, when on the twenty fifth of October eighteen ninety one, the then eighty three year old Waltz succumbed to the infection and died in Julia's home. Within a year, Julia had sold up everything
and struck out for the Superstitions. Julia Thomas would ultimately fail in her quest to find what she was looking for after spending three weeks in the mountains, assisted by two brothers, Reinhardt and Hermann Patrasche, but slowly over time, the strange story of what compelled her to go there eventually eked out from the three of them, as they
each claimed. Despite Waltz's financial predicament at the end of his life, in one way, he wasn't quite as destitute as he seemed, as he apparently explained to Julia late one night in her home as he lay on his bed, only moments from death. It is said his tale began back when he was a younger man living in Sonora, Mexico, just south of Arizona, when he was introduced to someone
named Miguel Parolta back in the early eighteen hundreds. The Parolta family are said to have established a number of mines in the Superstition Mountains, but when war broke out between Mexico and the United States in eighteen forty eight, the family faced the prospect of losing all of it. Fearing the imminent seeding of the territory to the States, the Paroltas gathered as many people, wagons and mules they
could muster and swiftly headed into the mountains. However, after salvaging everything they could and sealing the mines behind them, shortly after setting off for home, the expedition team was attacked and killed by a tribe of Dinnare. Since the Dinare had no material use for the gold, it was simply left to lie where it fell. This story was apparently told to Thomas Waltz, who was also said to have been given a map by Miguel Parolta to help
him recover the mines and their lost treasure. Sometime later, Waltz is said to have traveled to Tucson, Arizona, where he shared the story with a man named Jacob Weisser. Then, together, the two men ventured into the superstitions, equipped with Parolta's map and directions, and struck out towards Sombrero Butte more commonly known as Weaver's Needle, at the foot of which the entrance to the main mine was said to be
low kated. After slogging their way through endless clusters of cacti and yuca under the baking sun, the men apparently came across three other men breaking rocks at the foot of a narrow canyon at the precise spot they'd been searching for, believing them to be Native American, Waltz and Weisser, who'd come prepared for just such a scenario, promptly opened fire,
killing all three of them instantly. As one version of the story has it, the men in fact turned out to be Mexican and former employees of Miguel Parolta who'd come back to the mountains secretly to find the gold for themselves. As for the two Jacobs, after discovering one of Parolta's abandoned mines along with a significant stash of gold, they themselves were then ambushed by a group of Dinair. Both managed somehow to escape, who got separated in the process.
Waltz managed to return safely back to Phoenix, but Thomas Fiser was not so lucky, having been mortally wounded. He made it only as far as a nearby village of the Native American Pima tribe. There, it is said he was taken in by former cavalryman and successful minor in his own right, John D. Walker, who owned a ranch nearby. A week later, Fiser died from his injuries. It isn't known if Waltz managed to bring any gold back from the Superstitions, or if he ever returned to try again.
What is known is that in August eighteen seventy eight, sometime later, Jacob Waltz effectively declared himself bankrupt and struck up a deal to sell all his possessions, including his home, for the modern equivalent of fifteen hundred U s. Dollars to a man named Andrew Stura. Part of the deal also required Sturah to look after Waltz should he ever
become too old and infirm to look after himself. As such, it seems unlikely that Waltz had brought any gold back after the first attempt, being by then a tired and
jaded sixty eight years old. It seems equally unlikely that he ever made it back there, if the mine had even existed at all before his death in eighteen ninety one, As rumors of the mine began to spread following Julia Thomas's failed attempts to find it, many began to question if it wasn't all one big hoax, or perhaps whether it wasn't a mine at all up there, but simply a stash of looted and abandoned gold also known as
massacre gold, that Waltz and Weisser had discovered. Julia Thomas, however, remained convinced that the mine was there, despite being burned by her first attempt to find the mine, Julia Thomas continued to raise money and support for a second bite at the cherry, but was ultimately unable to return to
the mountains. Then, in eighteen ninety four, perhaps wounded by accusations that she'd been sucked in by nothing but a tall tale from a dying deluded old man, Thomas took the extraordinary move to publish the exact details that Waltz had told her. Explaining all to the editor of Phoenix's Saturday Evening Review, she revealed where the mine could be found.
It was, she claimed, located near a two room house that lay in the mouth of a cave on the side of a slope, near a particular gulch in the superstitions, just across the gulch, she continued, about two hundred yards opposite the house in the cave was a tunnel, well covered and concealed by bushes. This mine was the richest in the world, according to Dutch Jacob. Confusingly, Jacob Waltz, who was of German heritage, was called Dutch Jacob, owing to the fact that Dutch was an Anglicized version of
the word Deutsch, meaning German in English. Hence the phrase lost Dutchman's Mine, as it would come to be known. Julia then offered also that some distance above the tunnel, a little further up the mountain, was a small shaft that led directly into the mine, from which you could easily reach the rich gold ledge inside. Once there, it was possible to simply pick flakes off the ridge of
almost pure gold. In the years following Julia's incredible proclamation, many more attempts to find the mine were made, but despite some believing they'd got close, no one was able to claim it. Then, more than thirty years later, in nineteen thirty one, one man finally did. Possibly. One lesser known fact about Unexplained is that it actually started life as a website built through square Space, which I heard about from an advert on one of my favorite podcasts.
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for himself. In eighteen eighty eight, Ruth and his second wife, with whom he had two children, moved out to Kansas to become farmers. When this venture failed, he set up a barber shop and used his spare time to attend veterinary college, which in turn led eventually to a solid job working for the US Department of Agriculture Bureau of Animal Industry. But what really excited Ruth was the idea
of lost treasure, in particular lost gold mines. In nineteen thirteen, he received a letter that would change his life for ever, sent by his then twenty six year old son, Erwin. It detailed an unbelievable story. Erwin, who despite having trained as a vet like his father, was working in far Texas managing a car dealership and had somehow befriended an officer of the Mexican Rebel Army, who were embroiled in
an attempted revolution at the time. Having discovered that Erwin was a vet, the officer offered him a job trying to cure Texas tick fever in the livestock that his army were capturing during their various military excursions. With the fever eradicated, the livestock could then be sold to buy weapons.
Irwin agreed to take the job. A few months later, while working in the rebel army's camp, he was apparently recognized by a prisoner who the army had recently captured who claimed to have once taught Spanish to Irwin at his high school. The man named Gonzalez, who was due to be executed, pleaded with Irwin to help him get his family back safely to Mexico. For payment, he was to ask Gonzales's wife to hand over a set of maps revealing a series of long abandoned minds that had
once belonged to the Gonzalez family. Taking pity on the man, Irwin accepted the offer and Julie carried out the task. Sure enough, the man's wife gave him the maps in return. After conducting a preliminary scout of the area detailed in the maps, Irwin then wrote to his father, telling him that the landscape and natural way points of the place, an area located in the Brego Desert in California, correlated
perfectly with the maps. On Wednesday, December seventeenth, nineteen nineteen, Adolf and Irwin struck out for the Brego Desert equipped with little more than their Model T Forward car. After getting caught up one too many times in the deep sand, Adolf growled the maps from the dashboard and jumped out of the car. Vowing to walk the rest of the way, after all, as he said, it didn't look that far away on the map. Despite his son's protestations, Adolf promptly
disappeared over the horizon. The following day, he was discovered at the bottom of a canyon, having fallen badly and broken his thigh bone. The injury was so bad it required having his legs shortened to fix it, leaving him with a permanent limp. Five years later, he was forced to retire from his job due to the injury, all of which gave him more time to devote to his true passion, hunting for the lost minds. However, despite numerous visits to the Berego Desert, he and his son were
unable to find the old Gonzales claims. It was sometime in the late nineteen twenties, while looking once more through all the maps they'd been given, that Adolf noticed a much smaller map that neither he or Erwin had paid much attention to before. After asking Gonzalis's widow about it, she explained that the map was in fact related to an entirely different set of minds that once belonged to her husband's cousins. The Paroltas. These minds, she said, were
located somewhere in the Superstition Mountains. Back at his home close to Washington, DC, with a flush of excitement, Adolf consulted the scrapbook of notes and articles that he'd collected over the years concerning all the lost mining claims he'd come across and pulled out one of the articles written back in eighteen ninety four in the Phoenix Saturday Evening Review. It purported to detail the precise location of the Lost Dutchman's mine. According to one Julia Thomas, Adolf sat back
completely dumb struck. His map and the article appeared to be describing the exact same spot. In mid May nineteen thirty one, despite protests from his wife and children, but then sixty seven year old Adolf Ruth set off in search of the great Lost Dutchman. After nine days of driving, he eventually pulled in to tex Berkeley's Quarter Circle You ranch, close to Bark's Canyon at the northern edge of the
Superstition Mountains. The numerous ranch hands stared on quizzically from under the brim of their hats as Adolf limped clumsily from the stylish two door Essex he'd purchased for the journey, dressed in a full pinstriped suit with a steel brace clasped about his waist that ran all the way down
to the heel of his injured leg. It was all Texts could do to stifle a laugh when the five foot five Adolf and now that he'd come seeking the lost Dutchman's Treasure and was looking for some one to escort him into the mountains from there, he said he would make the rest of the journey alone on foot. After realizing just how serious Ruth was, however, Techs reluctantly
agreed to help. After fobbing him off for the best part of a month, Techs finally promised to take him up when he returned from a cattle drive he was due to participate in. No sooner had he left the ranch, however, Adolf drove to another of Berkeley's ranches, where he convinced two of his employees, Leroy Purnell and Jack Keenan, to escort him into the mountains instead in return for payment and the free use of his stylish car while he
was gone. And so it was that early in the morning of June thirteenth, the three men mounted horses and trekked up into the mountains, where at Willow Spring in West Boulder Canyon, roughly two miles from Weaver's Needle. Pernell and Keenan left Ruth to set up his camp, agreeing to come back in a few days to check on his progress. It was four days later that TEXS. Berkeley returned to the ranch, horrified to find that Adolf had
gone into the mountains without him. Scared for his safety, he demanded Pernell and Keenan go back immediately and pull him out, but when they arrived at his camp a few hours later, though most of Adolf's things were there, it was clear that the man himself had not been for some time. Over the next few days, Berkeley, Pernell, and Keenan searched endlessly for Ruth, but were eventually forced to alert local sheriff Chester Magee when they couldn't find him.
On June twenty fifth, the sheriff led a posse into the mountains to continue the search, but they too left empty handed. A few days later, Adolf's son, Erwin, arrived to help, but despite everyone's best efforts, including the use of a spot a plane, and photographer donated by the Arizona Republic newspaper. Adolf Ruth was nowhere to be found. Is there something interfering with your happiness or preventing you from achieving your goals? Better Help will assess your needs
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Superstitions looking for evidence of early Native American civilizations. As a heavy rain began to fall, one of the team's dogs, who they'd brought to ward off mountain lions, darted off in the direction of a lone pala Verde tree at the top of a slight ridge. As it scrabbled about in the dirt, Hulesyth walked over to investigate. Smelling a sudden stench of something rotten in the air, he looked down in horror at the sight of a human skull half buried in the sand, with flecks of meat still
clinging to the bone. When he pulled it out, he was even more horrified to find what looked like two huge bullet wounds on either side of the cranium. Though Halsyth had little doubt it was the skull of Adolph Ruth, he had it sent off to the Smithsonian Institute in the hope that someone there could provide a positive identification.
Sure enough, Head Curator of Physical anthropology, doctor Alex Heard Litzka, confirmed not only that the skull was that of Roots, but also that the holes in it were indeed the result of a bullet related trauma used under A month later, on January eighth, Tex Berkeley and former sheriff Jeff Adams were conducting a final search for Ruth's remains when they came across a scattering of bones in loose, torn clothing about three quarters of a mile from where the skull
had been found. Though the hands and feet were missing, most likely taken by scavenging animals, they were able to identify Ruth from his wallet, watch, and gun which had not been fired, that were also found at the scene. Along with the remains and personal possessions, they also found two documents, one being a topographic chart of the surrounding region and the other away bill on which a few notes had been written describing apparent directions to the lost mine.
Along with those notes was also scrawled in Adolf's handwriting the phrase venni fiddi vici, which of course translates tantalizingly to I came, I saw I conquered one thing that was not found among Ruth's possessions or with his remains was the Gonzales Paroltar map, as it came to be known that he'd taken into the mountains with him to
help locate the lost Dutchman's mine. This, along with the enigmatic line he'd written on the waybill, quite possibly the last thing he ever wrote, has led some to speculate that Ruth actually succeeded in finding the gold mine, but was then murdered as a result and had the map stolen from him. Some suspected Leroy Pernell and Jack Keenan, who in the end were forced to flee the region due to the stress, with Pernell moving back to Utah
and Keenan heading back home to Oklahoma. Thirty five years later, Keenan's widow appeared to confirm the suspicion to private detective Glenn mc gill, who undertook his own unsuccessful odyssey in search of the mine in the sixties and seventies, telling him that, you know, my husband and his partner were never able to find the mine even with mister Ruth's maps. Mc gill took this as an admission that the men had murdered Ruth. Others, however, believed they simply stole the
map when they found Ruth's campsite deserted. Doctor heard Litzger's assessment that Ruth was shot in the head has also been questioned, with some suggesting the injuries were in fact far more consistent with general weathering and more likely the result of the skull being buffeted against rocks as it was dragged about by rain, water and animals, especially since it had already most likely become separated from the rest
of the skeleton after being scavenged by mountain lions. Though the absolute truth will remain a mystery, both the Maricopa and Pinal County Sheriff's Office concluded Ruth had died from natural causes. As for whether he found the mine or not, that two remains a mystery. One thing's for sure. He was certainly not the last person to try and find it, nor the last to lose his life in the process.
Despite Adolph Ruth's death, his story seemed only to generate further interest in the lost Dutchman, and one after another, the people came in search of fame and fortune, hoping beyond hope to be the first to crack the mystery, and time and time again, many of them failed to make it out alive. All in all, it's rumored that as many as six hundred people have died searching for it,
but still they keep coming. One day, in late November twenty twelve, three years after Jesse Capon's disappearance, members of the Superstition Search and Rescue Team, scouring an area of Tortier Mountain in the Superstitions, about half a mile from where Capon's white jeep and abandoned camp had been found, spotted a boot sticking out of a crevice about thirty five feet upper cliff face. Inside the crevice, attached to
the boot, the rescue team discovered Capon's remains. It has been suggested that he simply slipped off the cliff after getting lost on the way back to his campsite in the dark. It has thought that Jacob Waltz, if he'd even been given the location of any such mine in the first place, most likely first discovered it sometime in the eighteen sixties or seventies, then, for whatever reason, never
went back. If so, Waltz's apparently intricately drawn out directions of how to find the treasure will also have been conceived around the same time. Some years later, in May eighteen eighty seven, only a few years before his death and Julia Thomas's unsuccessful efforts that appeared to have started the whole treasure hunt off, the Superstition Mountains were rocked by an almighty earthquake that shook the ground with tremendous violence.
Anyone nearby at the time would have looked up in shock at the sight of huge slabs of rock falling from the jagged tops of the surrounding peaks, and any who ventured in soon after, particularly close to Weaver's Needle, near to where the mine was supposed to be located, would have found a landscape significantly changed from the time before the earthquake struck, the time in which Waltz is said to have so carefully laid out his instructions on
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