03-31-2012, 05:59 PM
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Valhalla, I am coming
Join Date: Jul 2011 Location: The Southwestern Deserts Posts: 249
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Originally Posted by ppine Ghostdog,
Working for Peabody Coal at Black Mesa, the local biologist was from Kayenta. At "Newspaper Rock" which is only a few miles off the pavement, but has no trail to it, the petroplyphs are 400 yards long and about 15 feet high. At the base of the Navajo Sandstone wall are shards of 5-6 types nearly touching for several acres. The local guys come by horseback once in awhile driving their sheep and goat herds. It is a power spot. | So you are saying you worked for Peabody up on Black Mesa? For near thirty years I was up there in the air twice a month doing all the mapping work at Black Mesa.
I saw the terrain over near Kayenta and all that incredible terrain west of Black Mesa, the area that turns into the huge carved red sandstone canyons, alcoves and very, very remote and hard to get to places leading toward Navajo mountain and Lake Powell. I always wanted to go in there but never took the time to get a Navajo permit while on the way to other places.
I understand when you speak of the power you feel when coming up on a site with petroglyphs, pictographs and scatters of pottery pieces and lithics. It is an incredibly powerful place to be. I like to linger in them for hours. I think one of the more pleasurable things is winding around in the unbelievable stark terrain looking for signs while admiring the overall scenery and unique plant life within.
I love photographing the varied designs and graphics on the broken pottery pieces. We met another couple on the Plateau who were seeking a certain feature in a trailess area but were way off course. They both had brand new expensive cameras with long lenses. We helped to orient them with our map and the woman told of us a striking black on white piece that had stopped them in their tracks. I showed them a few of the more than one hundred images from the recent two days of various painted sherds I had on my very beat up old DSLR that has the paint rubbed off in places. They almost trampled themselves getting on their way to more adventure after that.
In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves
--T. S. Eliot |
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