Showing posts with label canyon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label canyon. Show all posts

Thursday, June 7, 2012

HOVENWEEP-LITTLE RUIN CANYON


From the town of Cortez, if you are traveling this area, the Hovenweep Little Ruin Canyon is 42 miles distance. The drive to it takes you through  a landscape of  massive boulders.  Giant boulders balanced on smaller rocks,  leaning precariously upon each other, looking as though you could climb up like a naughty child and push them down on unsuspecting drivers.  Hovenweep is a Ute, Paiute word meaning deserted valley.  The ancient Puebloans built here and the above photo is a sweep of this small canyon, their houses, towers, and how they chose to locate  their community on both sides of the  canyon walls.

You may be looking at a roofless house with a window and a few walls intact, but you have to wonder about them. How is it that these supposedly simple buildings are still standing after 1200 years?  Had they not abandoned them, surely they would be whole today.

This family chose to build inside of a naturally hollowed out boulder.

This round tower, why was it round and other buildings square?

And, a tower at the bottom of the canyon with no doors?  It had to be built with tall ladders. What did they use it for?  Did they fend off enemies from inside this tower?  Or protect something precious?

The Little Ruin Canyon is quite shallow at both ends, deeper and wider at the center, but rough and tumble surfaces don’t translate into an easy place to live and build.

And at first glance, we thought the buildings were made of adobe bricks. Not so. Look closely and you’ll see that each rock was selected to fit with another one. They were talented architects, and it took time to choose each rock.  I’ve built a 120 foot  rock retaining  wall and it is like working a puzzle. You might have to  try 3 or 4 rocks to fit a certain spot.

But they did it on the very edge of the canyon walls.  I guess you can tell I am impressed with their complexity.

How did they build these twin towers?  From the inside, the canyon face side first, is my guess. What a feat.  So tall and straight.

The walk around the rim and down into the canyon and out is two miles.   We walked to the “castle” above, but Jim was feeling like he could  make the full circle, so we pushed on.

There are places where one misstep could find you wedged in a deep crevice.  Not a place to walk at night or alone.

And I became fascinated by the unusual pastel baby blue colored lichens.  We often see bright neon green and orange, reds, greys, and browns.

And, an occasional brightly colored rock.

And this very handsome lizard.

It is a nice easy hike if you are not injured and a fascinating ruins. We talked about what it must be like to see a billion stars at night without a hint of light pollution.

We imagined the quiet of living with only natural sounds, whispering breezes, animals and birds, thunderous waters cascading down the canyon walls during rains.

The walk down into the canyon and back out was steep, and Jim struggled some with his recent injury, but it is a beautiful place to visit. The Historic National Monument has two other run sites along the road.  They are off dirt roads for our type of vehicle, but the Little Ruin Canyon was enough for us.  We continued back to Cortez  traveling a  full circle continuing in the same direction we started. Only this scenery was without boulders. We saw miles and miles of green, green hay and alfalfa fields being harvested. Huge wells, small ponds, even a couple of oil wells. Yet the distance to Cortez from either directing leaving Hovenweep is  42 miles.

Monday, June 4, 2012

WALKING IN BEAUTY


Its been hot in the park.  We are both feeling much better, but not exactly up to par.  We decided to try the South Rim overlooks figuring getting out and about will hasten healing and leave us with the canyons beauty as our last memory.

The White House  of the ancients, sits among sandstone colored buildings. The Anasazi left no clues  why this building should be white. Maybe it is special, like our own White House.  We had planned to take the two-mile hike in to where ever it leads,  but we weren’t up to that, yesterday.

The South Rim Canyons are deep and for those who feel any vertigo, it is probably not the place to visit.

As I looked, I wished I was down on the canyon floor finishing that tour we started in that marvelous truck where you had 360 degree views. It was a wonderful sight-seeing vehicle and I’d do it again if  I could, despite the accident.

I love the monolithic rocks that just seem to rise from the canyon floor like sentinels.

And, these strange purple tufts that sit like caps on pudding.  It is obvious that this rock was at one time liquid some unknown millions of years ago.

The South Rim had rock climbing areas before you get to the edge of the canyon.  Normally I’d be all over them, enjoying views from every point. They are beautiful in their own right.

The trail at one overlook was marked with cairn rocks. I added a couple rocks to increase the height, as others have done.  Not this particular one, though.

This rock was defaced by grafitti, but the colors are breathtaking.

The famous Spider Rock is so named because in Navajo culture, the Spider Woman is the God of weaving.  To them it must have resembled a weaving. It is  a beautiful twin structure in a very busy and colorful valley.

On a closer view it is possible to see the lines resembling  a woven rug, perhaps.

These lichen covered rocks on the edge have an unbelievable number of colors.

We received a note (posted) from Anita, the woman I spoke about who drove the two hundred miles to Flagstaff the day after the accident to be there for her friend Margaret. She is healing as we all are. And, for the sake of accuracy, we reported to the Sheriff’s Department and the Special Investigator that the nut from the tie rod bolt had been turned in to them. Frank Shearer informed us that the women from his party found the nut, but he advised them to leave it where they found it so the Sheriff’s Department could investigate without them having disturbed its location. Again, it is easy to “mis-hear” and spread inaccuracies.  Thank you for that correction, Frank.   None of us will forget this horrible accident, but I hope everyone will also remember the beauty of Canyon de Chelly and walk in beauty.