Natural Bridges to Hovenweep.

Tuesday, 23^rd January_Tuesday, 31^st January, 2018; Valley of the Gods to Hovenweep, Utah.

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“Come the long Shadows of Evening”

(Sleeping Ute Mtn., CO)

Oil Sketch on Centurian Oil Primed Panel

5” x 7”

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In the above Oil Sketch, Sleeping Ute Mountain is seen from the west from my camp (see below) in Utah, while the mountain itself is in Colorado.

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Leaving Valley of the Gods and proceeding up the Moki Dugway, for the second time in a few days, I head out towards Muley Point, but a mile short I turn onto the track towards Cedar Point instead, and have lunch.  Afterwards I continue on towards Natural Bridges, but at Snow Flat Road I turn east for a couple miles to get a feel for the road to Moon House, a ruin I was told about by a couple back in Comb Ridge eight days before.  The dusting of snow of three days before in Valley of the Gods, was three or four inches up here, and when I came to a steep descent, decide I don’t like the thought of trying to get back up.  I turn around; perhaps another time. 

At Natural Bridges National Monument, I fill my water bottles at the closed visitors center, and then drive the loop, stopping at every layby and take photos as the opportunities present themselves, including the three Natural Bridges of the Monument, and the Bears Ears, not too far away.  Natural bridges are cut by running water, whereas arches are formed by frost and wind action.  I’m the only one in the campground that night.

Blanding is 34 miles away and I stop into the library, thinking I’ll accomplish all I need to that day, and get to Hovenweep by dark; not even.  I camp northwest of town for the next two nights and spend Thursday and Friday in the library.  I am foiled on Friday, as their Wi-Fi is not working and so am unable to post to my blog, but I do get a couple posts prepared and all set to go at the next opportunity.  I get away and head for Hovenweep, but with evening coming on I come across a good camp a couple hundred yards off the road on a clifftop overlooking the valley of Montezuma Creek, and with a great view of Sleeping Ute Mountain.  I remain here touching up a couple of paintings, and varnishing seven others on the Saturday, and block in a new painting of Sleeping Ute Mountain, on Sunday, finishing it on the Monday. 

Little Ruin Canyon, Hovenweep, Utah.

Tower Point with Sleeping Ute Mountain beyond.

On Tuesday, I finally make it to Hovenweep, only twenty some miles from my clifftop campsite of the past few days.  Hovenweep is divided into several units, which straddle the Utah Colorado border.   I visited here in October 2013, and walked the main unit, in Utah, and also the unit in Colorado which includes the Horseshoe and Hackberry ruins.  This time I visit them all.

Hovenweep Castle.

The Square Tower from the so called Castle.

Towers seem to be the popular architectural form taken by the Ancestral Puebloans in the Hovenweep area, northwest of Sleeping Ute Mountain.  Coming from the northwest through the canyon of Montezuma Creek, as I did, and then climbing out onto Cajon Mesa, which looks like a wide, rolling sagebrush plain, sloping up to the northeast, it is surprising when you come across the canyons cutting into this landscape.  It must have been even more surprising for the first Europeans to come across the ancient ruins within these canyons.

The View towards Twin Towers.

The Twin Towers.

The main unit of Hovenweep is in Utah, consisting of a series of buildings spaced out along the rim of, or within, Little Ruin Canyon.  A two mile circular walk takes you past these ruins, many of which are the remains of towers, two or more stories high, hard by the cliff edge, or in the canyon perched on large boulders.  One of my favorite is called Eroded Boulder House, but I call it the Hobbit House … it is built within a naturally eroded boulder that form natural walls on three sides, as near as I can make out, and the roof; constructed walls contain the remainder.  If your time is limited, this is the unit to see, and the visitor center (closed in Winter), and campground are here.  Water for your water bottles is found here all year around in the picnic area near the visitor’s center.  I took this circular walk on the Tuesday afternoon, as well as the Wednesday morning to get different lighting on the buildings.

The Eroded Boulder House,
but I think it is really the Hobbit House.

Twin Towers & the Hobbit House from the Canyon.

The Pigments used in the painting:

Imprimatura: W&N Venetian Red & Rublev Ercolano Red;

Drawing: W&N Cobalt Blue;

Pigments: W&N Cerulean, Cobalt and Ultramarine Deep Blues, Cadmium Orange, Venetian Red & Permanent Rose;

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

Still in the Valley of the Gods.

Monday, 19^th January_Tuesday, 23^rd January, 2018; 

Valley of the Gods, near Mexican Hat, Utah.

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“Evening Light on Setting Hen Butte & Rooster Rock”

(Utah)

Oil Sketch on Centurian Oil Primed Panel

4” x 6”

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I switched to a new campsite on Friday night, after photo-recon throughout the afternoon.  The late afternoon sun was warm, and the night warmer than many a day.  I’d been hearing weather reports for a couple of days, one from Flagstaff forecasting snow beginning at 6 AM, Saturday, the other from Salt Lake City for snow as well; Flagstaff lies roughly 200 miles to the southwest, and Salt Lake City about 300 to the north.  Saturday morning was overcast, still warmish, but by afternoon the wind was picking up, and out of the northwest.  During the day I went down to Mexican Hat to top up with petrol.  They assured me that we would get only a dusting, if that, but up on top of the mesa up Moki Dugway, there would be more, but not even a couple inches.  “We are in a bubble here; the weather goes around us.” One of the women said.

Mexican Hat.

Moki Dugway.

Monument Valley from near Muley Point.

Balancing Rock, or is it the Woman in a Tub?

I went up Moki Dugway, and then left to Muley Point, where I thought I might find a snug campsite tucked away among the Junipers & Pinion Pines somewhere up there, but the wind was quite strong and cold, so I decided to go back down to last night’s camp.  The wind had picked up down there as well, and too strong to use my little stove.  I thought that at sundown it might ease, and sure enough it did, and a cold supper was avoided.  The cloud also cleared away, but by Sunday morning it was windy with a vengeance, and there was a very light dusting  of snow, here and there in patches (had to look hard to see that it wasn’t frost), and up on the clifftops, a thousand to 1500 feet above there was more of a covering.  It was generally clear, and the Sun melted it all off, even though it remained cold.

I got on with my third painting, in Valley of the Gods.  Some kind of Hawk patrolled the wash below my camp, a flock of Scrub Jays chirped past, and another time Oregon Juncos worked their way through the few Junipers nearby.  Funny how you can go for a whole day seeing no birdlife, except the usual pair of Ravens that always seem present, and then the next day, seemingly loads a’ birds appear.

Passing shower;
overnight there was a dusting of snow,
but up on the plateau was about 4 inches.

Evening light after the shower.

Rooster Rock to the left,
Franklin Butte, right.

I think the butte to right of center looks like
either a Llama or a happy oversized dog with its tail up,
and eager to please.

Ice in the wash.

Thankfully by sundown the wind dropped enough for me to cook supper under the Winter stars.  In the northwest Vega was setting, with Deneb soon to follow, while in the southeast, Orion, was lying on his back, and below his feet Lepus, the Hare, had cleared the horizon, and then Sirius, the brightest of Stars, popped into view above the mesa top … one minute nothing, and then ‘pop,’ there was Sirius.  After the cloud of yesterday and the snow flurries had passed away, the heavens were especially clear, and the Winter stars achingly bright.  What modern man has lost!  Seeing these myriad stars night after night, and becoming intimate with their ways was something we were all familiar with, once upon a time in the long ago.

The new snow up on Cedar Mesa;
Mossback Butte on the right.

Sippapu Bridge,
Natural Bridges National Monument.

The Bears Ears.

On the road to Blanding from Natural Bridges;
the Abajo Mountains in the distance.

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.