Showing posts with label Butler Wash. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Butler Wash. Show all posts

Monday, February 5, 2018

In the Valley of the Gods.

Monday, 15th January_Tuesday, 19th January, 2018; Valley of the Gods, near Mexican Hat, Utah.

C1657
“Afternoon in the Valley of the Gods”
(Utah)
Oil Sketch on Pannelli Telati on fine cotton Panel
5” x 7”

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The first evening in the Valley of the Gods there was a very good Sunset.  Facing south I watched the glowing colours silhouette the buttes and mesas of Monument Valley, on the horizon some twenty miles away. The formations in the Valley of the Gods caught the rays of the evening Sun, as the blue shadows gradually climbed up their flanks to finally extinguish the last of the rosy light.  In the gloaming the odd headlight would appear on the distant highway coming from Mexican Hat, hidden from view in the folds of the Earth eleven miles distant.  There was even one that dropped down the continuous curves of the Moki Dugway, a preposterous road that climbs 1700 feet to the top of the mesa bordering the Valley, leading eventually to Natural Bridges National Monument.  Moki Dugway was built years ago to transport uranium ore down to a smelter (now gone), in Mexican Hat.  Looking at those Cliffs, one would not think a road could be built up them, but those pesky highwaymen can do astonishing things when they’ve a mind to.


First view of the Valley of the Gods,
from the Highway.

Monument Valley in silhouette
against the evening sky, from my campsite.

North from camp at evening.

Morning on the Setting Hen Butte & Rooster Rock …
I think the rooster is name more for its proximity to the hen.

Pre-dawn glow,
about 10 minutes before actual sunrise.

First light on the cliffs.
After getting on with some painting today (the days are still too short, but getting longer), I was preparing supper in the twilight, when a movement on the ground caught my eye, startling me.  I jumped, and the little beastie ran off, or I should say, hopped off, as it turned out to be a Kangaroo Rat.  He kept hopping about in my direction several times as if to saying, “come out to play, Steve;” bold little tyke.  I believe he was looking for morsels amongst the stony ground, as he did stop and seemed to find something every so often.  I did get a couple of slightly blurry photos … it was darkening by this time … I should have tried the flash, but I keep forgetting I have that option on this camera.  Supper prepared, I left him to his machinations, while I retired to the truck to eat as the evening was rapidly cooling.  No rat the next night … I wonder if they come out most nights, even at this time of the year?  Probably not.


Blurry shot of Kangaroo Rat.

Ice on the creek.

Further into the Valley.

The prow of Battleship Rock.


Battleship Rock …
it must’ve been named before
the modern cruise liners were built!

New Moon.



The Pigments used in the painting:

Imprimatura: Rublev Ercolano Red;

Drawing: Rublev Ercolano Red;

Pigments: W&N Cerulean, Cobalt & Ultramarine Deep Blues, Cadmiums Yellow Pale and Orange, Venetian Red;

Rublev: Ercolano Red, Purple Ochre, Blue Ridge Yellow Ochre, Orange Molybdate, Lead White #2.

Friday, February 2, 2018

Some Petroglyphs & Ancient Ruins of Comb Ridge, Part 2.

Sunday, 14th January_Monday, 15th January, 2018; Butler Wash, near Bluff, Utah.

(Note: This was supposed to go out several days ago, but the Blanding Library Wi-Fi was down last Friday!  Now I am in Cortez, CO, for a couple of hours.)


C1655
“In the Valley of the Gods”
(Utah)
Oil Sketch on Pannelli Telati on fine cotton Panel
5” x 7”



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While preparing to head up to try to find Monarch Cave, it was surprising to see a vehicle pass by out on the Butler Wash Road; I had not expected to see anyone today, being a Monday, but since it was Martin Luther King Day, perhaps I shouldn’t have.  None of these trailheads are marked as to what they are leading to, so you have to take good care to watch the mileage to the little side roads that lead to each trailhead.  As I approached what I thought should be the correct trailhead, I spotted the car that had passed me earlier, and it was confirmed that this was indeed the correct one.


Monarch Cave.

Specimans of flints,
pottery and even thousand year old corn cobs …
leave be, don’t take!

The couple whose car it was headed out on the trail, and I followed along once I got my gear together.  Another couple pulled in and headed out before me as well, so a solitary day at Comb Ridge was not to be … probably a good thing since I would not have been sure I was on the correct trail.  It was about a mile in, perhaps a bit more, and mostly in the Canyon, and so colder than I expected.  It is interesting all the micro-climates one encounters in these canyons; frosty vegetation, and frozen trail, but a few feet farther on warm enough for a soft footpath, not necessarily yet touched by the Sun; perfect walking weather, for me, as I kept warm through the exertion of the trail.


Closer view.

Left hand close-up.

Monarch Cave is really a cliff dwelling within an alcove, and was much farther into the canyon than I had expected.  It is approached up sloping slabs of rock then along the original moki footholds, some of which have been warned away.  The others were up in the ruin when I arrived at the bottom, and were coming down.  The first couple headed out straightaway, for House on Fire on the way to Natural Bridges National Monument, which I visited back in 2013.  The second couple told me about Moon House up Moki Dugway, and north about 10 miles and then about 8 miles east, showing me photos on his phone.  It looks really interesting … hope I can find it.  They also found an ammo box below Monarch Cave with a guide to the ruin, and a guest book.  After they left I steeled myself for the scramble up … I got up to the level of the dwellings, and made my approach, but the last eight feet was on a very narrow sloping ledge.  I did not trust my boots not to slip; I was defeated. So I gingerly backed the few steps to where I could turn around, which was a bit nerve-racking of itself.  If I had slipped on that last approach to the ruin, it probably would only have been scrapes, bruises, and maybe torn clothing as I slid down the steeply sloping slabs, and into the brush.  Retreat was the better part of valor.  I took some photos from the level of the ruin, and more from below, and then read the guide from the ammo box.  The cliff dwelling was thought to have been built for defense, rather than comfort.  I had been wondering about the lack of Winter sunlight, even in the morning … of course Summer would have meant afternoon shade.  Oh! There were lots of pieces of pottery and stone implements, and even some thousand year old corn cobs lying out on flat stones for display (leave them where you find them, please).


I could make it almost there.

View from Monarch Ruin.

Stone tool sharpening area, on the left.


After lunch Wolfman Panel was the target, the first antiquity one comes to from the south.  I had been told that it was a short walk, and it kind of was, but it is a bit of a desperate trail, once you come to negotiate the descent into the canyon up the other side, to where the Wolfman Panel and (surprise, surprise), another ruin is.  The descent into the canyon is along a sometimes narrow ledge, which in one spot squeezes between a large boulder and the cliff face.  I had to turn sideways to get through.  Where you make the final descent to the canyon floor, there is an alcove within which there appear to be remnants of buildings.  There is poison ivy at the back of the alcove, in vine format, which I recognized from a growth in similar situation at Mesa Verde.


Wolfman Ruin, from the cliffs, opposite.

Closer view.

Ruins from where I scrambled up the bank.


Now down to the canyon floor, then along it for a ways, and then I thought I was stopped as the trail descended sharply, five feet, through a thicket of willows to the creek (about 4-1/2 feet wide at this point), which had a frozen surface.  The other side went up as steeply as this side, and the willows were like a wall, so I did not have the confidence to jump it at the inclines involved.  I followed a fainter trail and again came to another crossing, but this one was narrower. So, I did jump this one and then it was a jungle of willows, turning to reeds, and finally into the open.  This led to an extremely steep, slidey ascent of about twenty feet.  Once negotiated the ruins were not far off.



Doorway, with my bushcraft knife for scale;
about 10 inches.


The ruins are not exceptional, but all of these dwellings have a certain interest, nevertheless.  Again it appears that there were a couple of actual dwelling spaces and the rest for storage.  Now that I have seen a few of these, I do wonder about the flooring.  Were they once leveled, or if not, is that diagnostic of storage spaces, where the pots and baskets, might not necessarily need a level floor?


Alcove … probably for storage.

There are places on the cliff wall that appear to have been used for grinding stone tools, and other spots for grinding grain or corn.  Then there are a certain number of petroglyphs, one of which is the Wolfman Panel.  If I got it right it is quite small, and isn’t a bloke with a wolf’s head, but a little guy with lots of claws; I will have to look that up when I get Internet access.



Snake petroglyph ...

... Hand ...

... I thought this might be the Wolfman,
but I guess I didn’t actually find it.


While wandering about, a tiny lizard came out of a crack and into another; I just missed a photo.  Now it’s January, but this alcove is in the Winter Sun for most of the day, and so is quite warm.  This contrasts with the frozen Creek not 50 feet below within the thickets of willow.  Upon leaving I descended the way most people enter and leave, and the descent is quite trying, but not as bad as if I had attempted the trail back the way I had come.  This way, however, did bring me to the frozen Creek crossing I had originally rejected.  Once I got down to the creek, through the willows, I probed the ice with my stick and it appeared quite solid.  I stepped onto the ice next to the shore and jumped to the ice next to the far shore, and that was that; it might have taken my weight even in the middle.  In any case it would probably not have been deep at all, but I didn’t want even a wet boot.  Micro-climates … warm enough at the ruins to bring out a lizard in January, but 50 feet below, a frozen creek!

On to Mexican Hat, where I refilled my four water bottles, thanks to the kindness of the guy in the Shell station, then back seven miles to the road into the Valley of the God’s.  My campsite is about four miles in.  The evening light was Grand and a good sunset ensued.



The Pigments used in the painting:

Imprimatura: none;

Drawing: W&N Cobalt Blue;

Pigments: W&N Cerulean and Ultramarine Deep Blues, Cadmiums Yellow Pale and Orange;

Rublev: Ercolano Red, Purple Ochre, Blue Ridge Yellow Ochre, Ceruse, Lead White #2.

Saturday, January 27, 2018

Some Petroglyphs & Ancient Ruins of Comb Ridge, Part 1.

Sunday, 14th January_Monday, 15th January, 2018; Butler Wash, near Bluff, Utah.

C1654
“Sunset Skies Study #2”
(Canyonlands National Park, Utah)
Oil Study on Centurian Oil Primed Panel
5” x 7”


The second of two sunset skies studies I did while in Canyonlands National Park.

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Butler Wash Road extends for 21 miles below the eastern slopes of Comb Ridge about 5 miles west of Bluff, Utah, and I am camped at the trailhead for the Crane Petroglyph Panel, two miles up from the southern entrance.  Thus I have not moved very far today.  The trail to the panel is indistinct across the slabs of rock, there being no cairns that I could see, but the occasional footprints that I found in the sandy spaces all lead towards the left-hand Canyon one sees from the trailhead.  I thought I was on the on another trail, but I met a couple from Grand Junction, CO, that pointed out the petroglyph to me, which I observed through my binoculars high on the cliffs above.  You can scramble up a ledge to get a closer look, but I wanted to find the trail for the Double Stack Ruin.


The Crane Petroglyph.

Oasis on the Slickrock.

That trailhead is a further 1.8 miles north and is marked by cairns across the slabs of rock you encounter, once you have negotiated three deep channels of Butler Wash.  Once across the slabs (about 250 yards), the trail descends into the canyon that eventually leads to the ruin, after meandering through the undergrowth on the canyon floor for a little over half a mile.  On the way the Canyon divides, and the left-hand fork is the one to take.  The Double Stack Ruin lies in an alcove in the north Canyon wall facing to the south.


The Granary, halfway up the cliff,
marked by its tiny triangular shadow.

Overview of Double Stack Ruin;
the Lower Ruin is behind the left two Junipers
and is in the shadow.  Note the triangle shadow
of the Granary at the extreme right.


It gets its name from the fact that one part of it (probably a granary), perches on a shelf of rock about 40 or 50 feet above the Canyon floor, and the main buildings of the ruin lie perhaps 25 yards further on, just above the floor.  There look to be 2 or 3 living spaces, and the others appear to be storage units.  When I think of a granary, I tend to think of a silo filled with grain, but I suspect that these storage spaces were not filled that way, but the foodstuffs stored were in baskets and Pots.  On the other hand it could be conceivable that some were filled with loose cobs of corn.  My thinking of the use of baskets and pottery jars would help to keep the mice at bay.  The granary up on the high shelf is approached along an ascending shelf of rock, which must have been a bit easier to negotiate a thousand years ago.  There might be some climbers today that might be able to scamper along that ledge, but I would have to see it before I would believe it.  I wonder if they sent one or two guys up there and the raised or lowered the storage pots by rope to fill it.


View of the Lower Ruin from below the Granary.

Closer.

When you enter the Lower ruin precinct there is a decent sized tree trunk embedded at each end within the masonry, at about waist high.  I was wondering what that might be for, when I spotted the tops of pilasters forming a circle, and I realized it must be a Kiva, and the tree trunk was the main roof beam, the lower part of the Kiva Being filled with collapsed rubble.


The Lower Ruin, with the Kiva’s Roof Tree.

Another view of the Roof Tree.

More of the Lower Ruin.

The access ledge to the Granary.

I wouldn’t want to try it.

On the trail to the ruin, at two different spots I passed two pole wickiups, of indeterminate age.  They could be anywhere from a few years to perhaps scores of years.  Just the poles remained in teepee like shape, but all the weather proofing materials of grasses and duff had long since disappeared.  Here are a couple of photos of similar structures in Larry Dean Olson’s, “Outdoor Survival Skills.”  It was interesting to see this sort of shelter in the flesh, as I have only seen them in pictures; kind of like finding an old trappers cabin, in the Northwoods, or the mountains.  And so … to camp, which is on a peninsula angling out into the wash, and as I said at the beginning, the trail to the Crane Petroglyph (also known as ‘Big Bird’ panel), begins here.

Wickiup.


The Pigments used in the painting:

Imprimatura: Rublev Ercolano Red;

No Drawing

Pigments: W&N Cerulean, Cobalt & Ultramarine Deep Blues, Cadmiums Yellow Pale and Orange;

Rublev: Ercolano Red, Purple Ochre, Lead White #2.