Friday, August 28, 2015

In Search of Mammoths at Sand Island.

After our second return to Sand Island and we did not find the mammoth carvings, we figured the third time "would be the charm". Yeah, well that little saying isn't always accurate.  We looked and looked, we used camera zoom lens and binoculars; conclusion was that every crack in the walls could have been them.  By the time we left, the crick in our necks was awful.  Looking at the photos on a large screen, we squinted, we turned our heads this way and that; no mammoths, or nothing that looked like one at least. 

Nevertheless, we did get shots of the glyphs and carvings that were more visible; and wait till you see the sunset shot I got of the bluffs outside of Bluff.  Just because we don't achieve or finish a goal, doesn't mean we didn't have a great time attempting it.

Sand Island Rock Art - this is just a small sample, but if you read my previous posts about Sand Island, you will see lots more!




 




















Kokopelli Panel - this is the true depiction of the fertility deity. The pictures you find on mugs, t-shirts, etc. is the "cleaned up" version, since the morally anal retentive would be highly offended by his true form.













This panel has dinosaurs depicted, but no mammoths.










 



The varieties of Prickly Pear Cactus in San Juan County have the prettiest flowers, so taking photos of them is a given.





 
Before we completely left Sand Island, we spied a trail to our right and decided to see where it went.  It wasn't far till it ended at a corral, but the setting sun was hitting the bluffs beyond and making the most spectacular light and shadow show for us.
 


Like I stated before, we didn't find those pesky mammoths, but we made sure to do the most important thing of all...enjoy ourselves.

Mary Cokenour

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Early Morning Threesome.

Now that I have your attention...

Roy and I were taking a trip up to Price for a little shopping, and then exploring, once again, Nine Mile Canyon.  I know I haven't written up our adventure of Nine Mile from March, but we found 24 new sites this time.  The map needed a few additions, and now the legend will be 3 pages long.  So, yes, this is taking a long time, as it's a huge project, especially when dealing with almost 600 photos....but I digress.


Leaving at 7am, we were about to make the turn towards Route 191 when we saw a peacock down the street.  "Do you want photos?", asked my hubby, "Yes!" I exclaimed.  So down the street we went, parked, and I took several photos; how funny I must have looked following this elegant bird as it strutted.




A second attempt to get to Route 191 when a pair of goslings (baby geese) decided to cross the street.  Stopping quickly, I handed the camera to Roy (they were on his side by then), and he snapped photos quickly before they were hidden by bushes.  I had seen the adults with their overly cute and fluffy newborns, but this pair were just getting into their striking adult forms.



...and finally to Route 191 northbound we drove on.  The landscape was aglow in easterly morning light; shadows sneaking in and out of the fiery red rocks.  Moab was finally waking up by the time we arrived; Main Street was beginning to bustle with visitors seeking out breakfast.  The parking area at the River Road (Route 128) already had a group of mountain bikers ready for a thrilling ride.  It wasn't until we were almost at the road to Canyonlands and Dead Horse Point (Route 313) that something strange caught my eye.  "Well now", I thought, "there's something you don't see everyday".  My voice was a whole other story, "Stop!  Dinosaurs!", I yelled.


At that moment, Roy thought to himself, "What was in her breakfast this morning?  She's seeing things."  I yelled at him to look, and to placate me, he did; "Holy S**t!", he said, and thank goodness no one else was on the road as he slide the vehicle onto the shoulder.  While I had seen two smaller ones chasing each other; Roy was blown away by the sight of the T-Rex.  Yes indeed, there were dinosaurs roaming around; the "work in progress" new dinosaur park, "Moab Giants" (website: http://www.moabgiants.com/ ) includes life sized dinosaurs.  The pre-opening is planned for 1st of September 2015 and Grand Opening is scheduled for 1st of March 2016.










The rest of our trip up to Price was uneventful; just goes to show you, open up those eyes and look, never know what you'll see.

Mary Cokenour

Friday, August 14, 2015

Prospector Doby Brown, He Surely Did Get Around.





Brown's Hole Road (CR 130), in San Juan County and accessed via Route 191, is at mile mark 105.1 and four miles northeast of La Sal Junction (Route 46).






In 1882 a prospector named Doby Brown settled there for several months before moving onto his next venture in gold mining. Now Doby certainly got around Grand and San Juan counties in his hunt for the shiny ore; here's a little history on gold mining and his role in it as written in the "Moab Happenings" ( http://www.moabhappenings.com/Archives/pioneer0310.htm ).

"MINER’S BASIN, also known as simply Basin, was a mining town at over 10,000 feet elevation on Mt. Waas in the La Sal Mountains. With a peak population of about 75 or 80, the town flourished for about 20 years after gold was discovered there in the late 1880s. The first claims were staked in the area around 1888, and a formal mining district was organized 10 years later. Silver and copper were also mined in limited quantities, in addition to gold. At its heyday, the town boasted a hotel, a store, two restaurants, a blacksmith shop, a post office, and two saloons. However, the mines were closed in 1907 as a result of a nationwide financial panic, and the town died shortly thereafter. Even so, a few diehard miners remained on the mountain for decades afterward. A few log cabins and other structures still remain in the area.

Just down the mountain from Miner’s Basin was CASTLETON, a bustling mining supply center located not far from the present day town of Castle Valley. It was reportedly first settled by Doby Brown, a prospector, in the early 1880s. A post office was established in Castleton in 1882, and numerous other buildings soon followed. Castleton not only boomed along with Miner’s Basin, it also died along with it when the mines closed in 1907. Today, the remains of Castleton can be seen some 10 miles southeast of the Castle Valley turnoff of state highway 128."

To us, it was just another road leading to "lets go see where this goes!", and since it was lunch time, a good time to look for a picnic area.  9/10s of a mile along we came to an information board about the "Black Ridge Improvement Project" which included a map.  We stayed the course along CR 130, but I'll show you what we found along the dirt trail near the info. board later on.














At mile mark 2, we found the perfect lunching spot; an area of slickrock lined with juniper and shrub trees, a scenic view, and obviously used by campers (the stone fire ring was a big hint).







1/10th of a mile further, on the right hand side was a dirt trail; ATVing and hiking are the main sports in this area, but this trail was wide enough for a 4WD vehicle.  We saw a "building" in the distance, and wondered if it was private, or an abandoned, homestead.  Weren't we in for a surprise when we saw the holes in the stone walls; we'd found a mine!  Not one sign with any information relating to the mine, just a marker indicating to continue following the road up the hillside, so it was a often used trail.  We decided to park at that marker site; all the rain we'd had for the past month had deeply rutted the trail.  The loose, sandy soil made us nervous about attempting to drive in and out of the rut, so we hiked instead (about 2/10ths of a mile).



View from the mine.


"No Name" Mine














There were four openings, three small with cold air blowing out from them; air vents?  The largest of the openings had two shafts within it; the rails for the ore carts still on the ground and leading to the huge collection container, as well as discarded ropes.  We only went inside about 12 feet, to where there were fallen timbers; as much as we would have loved to explore; being injured or killed would be a really, really bad thing.  There was evidence of a bat population living in the shafts (guano covered several of the timbers); fallen stones and timbers lay in both...not good; there was a faint "chemical" smell; yellowish powder covered some of the fallen stones.  I took several photos and we both high tailed it out of there.  As curious as we were, we were not cats, so the "nine lives" rule certainly wouldn't apply to us.  Researching Brown's Hole Road, all I could find mention of was ATV and hiking trails, as well as many abandoned mines; nothing on what ore was mined through.  Since Doby Brown settled in the area for awhile, he was more than likely looking for gold.  In San Juan County though, the ores most prevalent were vanadium and uranium.

Three Smaller Shafts

  #1



  #2



#3



The Main Shaft







High above, trees, shrubs and small plants grew out of cracks in the walls; nature does what nature has to do to survive.







Back to CR 130, it ended at private property at 3.1 miles total distance from Route 191.  We attempted to check out further dirt trails here and there, but what started out as 4WD quickly changed to ATV only.  Back at that info. board, a dirt trail leading to the right of it followed a dry wash; suddenly I told Roy to stop the vehicle.  In an open area, along a dry rivelet were hundreds of white stones; however some had been laid out on the slickrock in patterns.  One such pattern was a "medicine wheel"; now if it had been laid out by locals, Native Americans or visitors, there was no way of telling.


Quiet, scenic, mysterious and full of mining history; Brown's Hole Road (CR 130) is perfect for a short time out and about...don't forget the picnic!

Mary Cokenour


Wednesday, August 12, 2015

My Southwestern Poetry with Photos.

I write poetry; I write short stories too, but I know that great novel will probably not come to fruition. That's fine with me, I'm happy doing what I do; this is what counts the most.  With the help of my digital artist husband, Roy, he was able to put together my poems with my photos.  He's more the computer tech person than I am; I consider myself  "computerly challenged".  Then again, I still have a flip cellphone, so maybe that's "technology challenged".

I'm that poet when, suddenly, words begin flowing within my mind and I have to write them down quickly, or Poof!, they're gone.  Sometimes I write for days, most times I'm as blank as an unused chalkboard; but just in case, I always carry paper and pen with me.

Anyway, here's some of our creations; four deal with Southwestern Life, and then there is a series of Seasonal Haiku Poems, with our apricot tree as the focal point.

Mary Cokenour

The Desert

The Tumbleweed

When I Die, I Will Live On

Simply Southwestern


Seasonal Haiku Poems