Coronado Trail — Welcome, at Alpine

Welcome to the Coronado Trail — U.S. Highway One-Ninety-One — one of the wildest, loneliest, twistiest scenic drives in all of America. I'm Ranger Quinn, and I'll ride the whole crooked length of it with you. Along for the drive is Ranger Boone Merrick, who carries the tales — of conquistadors chasing gold, of a wolf whose dying eyes changed the world, and of a mountain turned inside out for copper.

We start high and cool, here in the little mountain town of Alpine, up near the New Mexico line, and we'll wind south down the spine of Arizona's White Mountains — through deep forests and high meadows, past nine-thousand-foot overlooks, down a fabled run of switchbacks, and finally to the enormous copper mine at Morenci and the old town of Clifton. Now hear this, because it matters: this road is REMOTE. It's famous for having something like four hundred and sixty curves and almost no services — no gas, no food, barely a cell signal, for the better part of a hundred miles. So fill your tank NOW in Alpine, pack water and snacks, take the curves slow, watch for elk and cattle on the road, and settle in for a long, glorious, empty drive. When you stop, the tour pauses; just tap play. Let's roll.