Thursday, September 20, 2012

September 18: An Earnay Ismay


Having driven 150 miles to Durango for Janet's follow-up visit to the oral surgeon, we were pleased that he saw her right away.  Her check-up took about 5 minutes, which I figured worked out to 30 miles per office minute.  The important thing is that Janet is fine and has started to feel stronger and more chipper.

On the return trip to Utah, we passed through Cortez again and sent some blogs, finding out some additional information on Marietta Wetherill, Richard's wife, who left 2,000 single-spaced pages of oral transcripts in the early 1950s.

Heading for Blanding, Utah, we decided not to take the "fast" route through Dove Creek pinto bean fields.  Instead, we took the scenic route down the McElmo Canyon ("Road G").  Glad we did.  This was the route that the first expeditions took when they found Anasazi ruins, like Hovenweep.  This was also the route that the Wetherills took on their expeditions into SE Utah.

It is a beautiful canyon that skirts the northern edge of Sleeping Ute Mountain.  All the McElmo canyon systems drain into it.  It was obviously a fertile valley a thousand years ago, before the McElmo Creek deeply entrenched itself into the soil.

We passed several  boulders with petroglyphs on them.  Then, on a hunch, I turned up a dirt road at the mouth of the Yellow Jacket Canyon.  This was the location of an old trading post known as Ismay.  Sometimes these trading posts were located in strategic spots.  Besides, this small area was included in the Canyons of the Ancients National Monument, and there is always a reason why certain areas have been turned over to BLM jurisdiction.  No one will publicly reveal what is in these areas; the point, you remember, is to be a discover-it-yourself hiker.

Fortunately, a weathered sign marked the road we needed to turn down.


A broad canyon valley opened up.


The Hovenweep and Yellow Jacket canyons were coming together here and merging with the McElmo Canyon.


Location, location, location.

Janet and I wandered up and down the hills and between boulders looking for a petroglyph panel I suspected was nearby.  We could not find it.

Looking closer at the boulders that surrounded us, we suddenly felt very silly.  All around us were ancient granaries built into the nooks and grannies of virtually every boulder.


In some cases, the blocks of stone were visible.


Some were quite large.


In most cases, the stones were still covered with ancient mud/adobe.


These were obviously not made by "nature" but by human construction.


They had small openings that could be sealed against rodents, birds, and invaders.

 

The entire area was a granary reserve.  We saw evidence of possible residential structures as well,



although these were likely just temporary campsites.


But we missed locating the petroglyphs.  Rather, we almost missed.  I was determined to find them, but finally realized we had to get to Blanding before dark.

As we began driving out, I spotted a boulder on the driver's side of the car that had the "marks" of a petroglyph site.


It had a "theatrical display" shape and was located at the junction point of the canyons.


Climbing up the hill, it did not take long to see that this was it.



We nearly drove right by it.

There was no path, and so we climbed carefully.  A large panel appeared behind a large boulder in front.



It was about 30 feet long and was marked by four lines that ran the entire length of the panel and crossed over to a side panel containing a spiral.



We got a good look at it because it faced west (unusual).  That might have been related to the spiral, since they often measure movements of the sun.



Anasazi anthropomorphs walked along the lines.



But several features were unusual.  Above the main panel was an interesting insectlike figure flanked by rows of vertical dots.



Dots again.  A large horned serpent hovered over the whole scene.


A series of four triple spirals followed along the top line.


We had never seen triple-connected spirals before.

But the most exciting part of the panel was the initials, carved off to the upper left.


John Wetherill, Richard's brother, guided tours through the McElmo Canyon in the 1890s.  These are his initials.  We saw identical ones at Spruce Tree House in Mesa Verde.

It turned out that the backside of the boulder in front also had carvings--though these would have been invisible to passersby.


One anthropomorph had some strange physical attributes.


Serpents again.  A mountain sheep seemed in motion.


(I had to include this photo since I was forced to take it blind.)

What startled us the most, however, were the ruins under the petroglyph panels.


The BLM has left them there.  Nothing has been excavated.  Behind the boulder with the petroglyphs were the outlines of a pit structure.


The walls of the structures are still quite visible.


The foundations of another roundish structure was adjacent to it.


It did not look like a granary foundation.

Could this have been a watchtower site?  I envisioned young warriors camped here to protect the granaries that their people needed in hard times.  The view was 360ยบ,  in all directions down all three canyon systems.  Were enemies or raiders a concern?  The Castle Rock Pueblo we visited earlier is only 10 miles further east along the McElmo.  They certainly were worried about security, though it did them little good.  As I climbed higher up and looked down at the petroglyph boulder, I could see the remains of a structure that had been built on top.


This was more than a highway billboard.  It was a guarded site.

A nice day.

September 17: Not Much


We set off for Durango this morning.  Janet has an appointment with the oral surgeon on the 18th to finish the work he started and to make sure everything is working out.

Actually, Janet is feeling much better and we are beginning to plan our next move.  Durango is not it.

But the KOA south of Durango was quite lovely.


We even had a great view of the LaPlata mountains.

 

They had a TV room, but we decided to skip Monday Night Football.  There was even a rumor around that the Eagles won their first two games.  Dubious.

September 16: Wayne's World Redux


Relaxing in Moab was a good decision.  Janet started to feel better about life, but hiking was out of the question.

We decided to revisit some of our favorite Moab haunts.  In particular, we drove down the "River Road" that winds northeast of Moab for twenty-six miles along the Colorado River.


You may remember the road from the opening of the Austin Power's film, Goldmember, where Tom Cruise, his Spielberg stand-in, is attacked by heliocopters firing missiles.  That's the road.

It is also one of the most scenic roads in America, cutting through red rock mesas the whole way.


It is also a popular location for river runners and adventurers.


It isn't the Grand Canyon, but is more accessible.


Even old-timers liked to use it.


(This photo is from an old movie made in the very same spot.)

Where the river widens are old cattle ranches,


many now turned into resorts.  There is even the Castle Creek Winery that makes rather nice red wines (Merlots and Cabernet Sauvignons) from grapes grown on location.


One of our favorite spots is the Red Cliffs Lodge,


sitting on a big bend in the river.


It used to be the "White Ranch," and used for a number of John Wayne/John Ford pictures.


As many Ford Westerns were made in Moab at this location as were made in Monument Valley, 100 miles to the south--although most film critics assume they were all made in the latter place.

This is the White Ranch as a movie set in 1950.


You would not know it today, but the entrance to Red Cliff Lodge


 is the remains of the entrance to the "fort" through which John Wayne led his troops in the film Rio Grande and first laid eyes on  Maureen O'Hara.



(Actually, he spied on her earlier in The Quiet Man.)  The road is to the lodge is the road along which Wayne marched his men.



A museum in the lodge commemorates Wayne


and over three dozen films and commercials made in this region.

John Wayne stayed in Moab during these filmings.  Moab residents worked as crew and stand-ins.  Wayne characterized the Moab/Canyonlands area as the place "Where God put the West."  He should know.

Speaking of commemorating John Wayne, let's not forget lung cancer.  George White's son, Tommy White,


was one of the original Marlboro Men.  Many of the Marlboro commercials were filmed on or near the ranch.


(That's Fisher Towers in the background--5 miles down the road.)  This small cemetery at the entrance to the lodge is placed there in honor of Tommy.  He is buried here.


Like Wayne, he was a star in his own right.  Like Wayne, he died of lung cancer.

Across the highway from the lodge is Castle Valley.  Two miles down the Castle Valley road is Castle Rock,


rising like a pillar next to a formation called Priests and Nuns.  Castle Rock may look familiar if you are a person who actually watches commercials.


Chevrolet put a car and a model up there in the 1960s.


There was not much room and the model was terrified.


But they chained her to the car and everything was fine until it got too windy for the heliocopter to come and remove her.  She earned her pay.

Izusu also made a similar commercial for its trooper a decade later.  Joe Isuzu was so terrified that he refused to continue the shoot.  Later, Miller Lite used it to get a bunch of college kids to sky dive.  You have also seen it in Westerns and thought it was a midden in Monument Valley.  You'll see it again.

One of the most photographed spot is near Castle Rock:  Fisher Towers.


It's in all the old Westerns. Those are the LaSal Laccoliths in the background.  Fisher Towers is actually a set of several free-standing sandstone structures, among the highest in the world, they say.


The narrow spiral of stone at the pinnacle is valhalla for rock climbers.


Sandstone makes ordinary climbing equipment useless.  My understanding is that the young woman in this year's Capital One commercial really did climb it.  She was a capital venturer.  So was Bert Reynolds in the movie Blue.



The whole valley


is a stage set for Westerns, from Wagonmaster in 1950 to Geronimo in the 1990s.


This is locomotive rock,


and made a great place for Dolores Del Rio and the women she was saving to wait for a rescue in an old film.


Moab is the place for fantasies of all sort.