Deep in the Prescott National Forest is a legendary cabin. To find it you must be lucky or guided or know someone who knows someone. There are no directions; no trails or roads to speak of and no cell service. Geronimo's cabin stands preserved and respected by those who stumble upon it.
Several pairs of boots are strewn about the cabin, and one sits on the mantle beside an old tin can of dried flowers and twigs.
The cabin is built into the hillside, nestled into a large boulder. The stove pipe emerges from the old tin roof: a reminder of warm nights. Though the story goes that he went to the mountains out of a broken heart and lived there until his death in the early 50's.
Lying in the grass in the sunny forest below the cabin, I could feel why the woodcutter Geronimo chose this place. It is secluded and not near an obvious water source, miles and miles to the nearest access point. If you want to be left alone you go where no one would think to look.
Some people understand the forest is where to go if you want to heal.