About Iron Springs

Imagine a place where it's always summer, always vacation; where there is time to look at the sky, usually a clear blue in the daytime, with a slight breeze, and filled with millions of bright stars at night. Imagine lazy days, where naps are commonplace, where there is time for your pleasures: a walk in the forest; hiking over rocks and mountains, a picnic, reading, bridge, tennis, volleyball or softball, followed by treats at the store. Imagine a place where everyone is friendly and has plenty of time to visit—not a stranger in sight. People wander by and the next thing you know you are going to fix something you have in the refrigerator, they are going to bring a salad, and you might even call other folks to join in. Happy days, happy faces, happy hearts—that is Iron Springs.
When you say Iron Springs to me, you bring up almost my entire youth...I remember our house, I remember going up there for a good number of years. I even have scars all over my hands from/climbing Boulder...and falling off. I’ve applied my share of grease to the railroad tracks...I’m tickled to death that you people finally got possession of the land, it’s long overdue. If anything I did had something to do with it, I’m very, very happy. It brings the memories of my youth to a very successful conclusion. —Senator Barry Goldwater
Of all the summer colonies that proliferate in the tall pine country of Northern Arizona...the Iron Springs Club...can lay claim to being the oldest and most prestigious—the Grande Dame of them all and the summer—time playground of the Valley’s FOFS (Fine Old Families) since 1900. But it is a prestige based not at all on physical glossiness. What Iron Springs does have in the prestige department is 82 years of FOFS, the movers and shakers in Arizona history. Posh, it’s not; history, it’s got. —Maggie Wilson, Elite: Arizona’s Official Society Magazine, Summer, 1982
Cradled within some of the prettiest pine forests in the Prescott area, Iron Springs is not just any community; it is a community with a life force of its own. It derives its power from those residents who come up every summer. It envelops all who cross the cattle guard, young and old alike; Without respect to rank, status or station, all who go there become part of what is Iron Springs. Summers seem to flow endlessly and old friendships are immediately taken up as if no time has passed. The friendships are warm, real and lasting. —Eddie Basha
Iron Springs is a place all ages can share and love, a place for families and friends, old and young, children and dogs. It is a place for the heart, Where elders are revered, where the children are gifted, where the Women are strong, and the men are good-natured. —Sandra Day O’Connor
  Iron Springs is not just another summer camp and certainly not the fancy resort some might seek. Iron Springs is a patchwork of people, generations of families, as well as newcomers, enjoying a way of life seldom found anymore. People have met, married and died there; many others have found happy times, friendship and solace. Many interesting and colorful characters have frequented Iron Springs throughout its history. From ancient Yavapai Indians, miners, early Phoenix power brokers to a former United States Supreme Court Justice, many have felt the lure of this hilly forest land with the pile of mammoth boulders dominating its profile. Never shedding its rustic aura, Iron Springs remains a unique place where the past is never far away and children still run free. Marshall, J. (2002). Rear cover. In A hundred summers: The Iron Springs Outing Club. Phoenix, Ariz.: Bragmar Pub.