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It was a
cold morning. What a difference a few days made with the temperature. The Lady
and I, on the approach hike, had our capaline underwear under our nylon pants.
All of us had gloves on and our fleece hats were pulled over our ears.
"You
know I could be all wrong about where I think this canyon is," I said,
continuing the conversation we had earlier. "But I have a good feeling,
there's good juju here. I can feel it."
"Even
if we don't find it, " the Lady said, "We'll have a great day and
maybe discover something new!"
"Yeah!"
both Spiders added their support.
"I
know, but I'm feeling juju. It's getting stronger!" I really was feeling
it. This was not an attempt at optimism.
We rounded
the corner in the wash and I knew I had nailed the location. We had found it.
The wall
behind was covered with petroglyphs. Many were elaborate designs.
It is hard
to see; Mom Spider first made it out. Here is a faded life size sheep
petroglyph. Find the pecked oval line then the pairs of legs on each end. On
the upper right is the head with horns.
Curving
lines and sheep were seemingly everywhere.
It was an
immediate climb to enter the canyon. The chute was lined with petroglyphs. They
appeared to be pointing the way. This was incredible.
The climbing was only getting started.
Next up was
a high ledge that bypassed a smooth pour over. The ledge was marked with round
pecked spots to lead the way.
This led to
a chockstone wedged over a polished rock fin.
Barking was
quickly over it but the girls noticed a glyph representing an atlatl hidden
back in the shadows.
The walls of
this channel was lined with petroglyphs.
After an
interesting balance move on the slick rock fin, we all squeezed past the
chockstone.
This canyon is
an ancient art gallery. Even back in the hidden areas we found petroglyphs. Here
are older star patterns with four newer sheep lined up below.
There were
many large geometric designs. The Lady thought these were maps. She said that
made sense because of the markings we found showing the route up the canyon.
We soon
encountered our first major obstacle, a high polished chute with balconies along
with a tight squeeze at the top.
Barking did
the lead climb and set up just below the squeeze to haul the packs up.
The
alcove above the Lady has wonderful wavy lines petroglyphs.
Could this be honoring the flowing water that polished this chute?
Mom Spider,
in the alcove below, was surrounded by ancient art.
Some
appeared much much older. These were deeply pecked and almost
completely weathered away.
Even the
smooth chute was adorned.
Barking got
through the squeeze and set up a belay station above. The girls followed and
then it was my turn. Here I'm about to turn to my left and squeeze in sideways.
This was one place I was envious of the others' smaller size.
Mom Spider Photo
Immediately
above was a hollowed out amphitheater at the bottom of an even larger polished
chute.
We took a
break.
We had to.
This was one of the top magical places I have ever stood. This chamber was
astounding with its ancient artwork.
Pictographs!
Sheep climbing higher and higher. Barking was convinced they had to have ladders of some sort to work from because of the high placement of glyphs.
It was impossible
not to let our minds wander and try to decipher the meanings. This place, this
canyon obviously must have held a great deal of importance. Was it a rite of passage for the young
hunters to learn to climb this canyon and up into the realm of the bighorn? Was it a sort of
spiritual trip to move higher and higher up into this canyon? Because this is a
difficult canyon to enter and climb, was that a safeguard to protect all this art? So
many questions about this mystery.
A note - We
did our best not to touch any of the artwork. We were humbled by having
the opportunity to visit this amazing place.
Our lead
climber was ready to go higher.
This didn't
work. The bottom was polished smooth and lacked footholds to start up. I put my
back against the wall with my hands together as a stirrup. Barking's next
foothold was my shoulder, and he was on his way.
Mom Spider Photo
Barking set
anchors at the top. We used half the rope as a fixed line that the rest of us
jumared up and the other half was for belay. Mom Spider when first, nice and
slow and methodical.
While climbing is learning to use the big muscles in your legs, jumaring takes a
bit of upper body strength. The Lady was up next.
Mom Spider Photo
The climbing
never let up and the way was still marked.
Here a
foothold is marked.
This smooth
pour over still held water in a basin and was much more difficult then it first
appeared.
Mom Spider Photo
We made it
to the warmth of the sun and a well deserved break and relaxation. The canyon
continued.
The bottom
of this pour over was marked with ancient, deeply incised petroglyphs, now
almost weathered away.
Hidden
behind brush on a wall was one of the most interesting and detailed human figures we
found.
It looks like the figure is floating above the earth, maybe that's the experience of climbing this canyon?
How did I
even know this place existed? Death Valley is vast and has secret, magical
places everywhere. All you need to do is get out and walk,
look around, and be ready for discovery. That in itself is a treasure and will
continue to bring us back to Death Valley again and again and again. I found
one set of photos of this canyon and the photographer did a great job avoiding sky lines, landmarks in the background, even flora that could indicate
elevation. But, there are always hints - all I needed to do was recognize them
as hints and then figure it out. I enjoy
the detective work and the thrill of success. But, all that pales in comparison to
the awe of standing quietly in these incredible chambers of this secret, sacred canyon.
Mom Spider Photo
Mom Spider Photo
It was amazing, now that we were back in this main chamber, how many more panels we discovered in high amazing places
And, how some of the pictographs stood out more with the changing light.
Our day was not over. We still had a series of down climbs ahead of us.
And, I had to arch my back and make it through the squeeze.
Mom Spider Photo
If you ever
discover a place like this, please show the utmost respect and care. Please
leave it so, as we found, the next visitors can feel like they were the first.
During our
break we talked about being happy we had worked together as a climbing team in
Grotto Canyon. That had been a good warm up but as Barking said over and over,
"Grotto Canyon was a walkup compared to here!"
After
several down climbs, always a bit harder than going up, we were back at the big
one. Anchors were in place.
But, we were
not going to leave anything behind in this special place. We found a small
chockstone securely wedged in a crack. The repel rope was looped around it. I
was the largest and had the heaviest pack. I was the test dummy. I would see if
it would hold.
Of
course, we did not throw caution to the wind and the set of anchors were kept
in the system to catch me if the chockstone failed.
The girls
followed.
Barking was
last and he would be relying solely on that tested chockstone anchor. A repel
rope is doubled and looped around an anchor so it can be pulled down after its
use. One of the dangers is getting it wedged so it won't pull. After I lowered
myself down, we tried it. The rope would come. Still you are always gentle on
your system. We do not make big jumps or pull or jerk on the rope while descending.
Also we
always repel (when not on a belay) with a prusik loop as a backup. If you screw
up, get hit in the head, when you let go of the knot it grips the rope. You stop.
Barking was last. Everything was working well..........................except
he slipped a bit the last foot, the prusik caught, and jerked the rope. The
rope was wedged. It would not pull free. This has happened before. What do you
do? Climb back up and get it. On the
bright side, he had a nicely anchored rope he could self belay off of with that
prusik loop. It wasn't like lead climbing and always being on the "sharp
end of the rope." Part way up he saw an alternate plan. On the left wall
was a great rock horn, perfect to loop his shorter rope around. He set that up.
Both ends reached the ground (you don't want to run out of rope). He climbed up
and freed the rope but left it in place. He down climbed to the horn, still
hooked to the first rope for safety in case of a fall. He prepared to set up
his repel from the horn with the second rope but where was his repel devise?
Right where he had set it down at the top. Ah, a nice opportunity to do a
little more climbing. We have all done things like this, but in climbing, this
is when you stop, clear your head, think ahead to all your moves, relax, deep
breath, and get it done. Easily back up top, the repel devise was retrieved. He
down climbed to the horn, got set up on that system before unhooking from the
upper rope. I easily pulled the rope down around the chockstone, Barking
lowered off the horn, and we were done. We could have looped a small piece of webbing around the chockstone and looped the rope through the wedding. This is often done but that piece of webbing is left behind. Barking was adamant, "We are leaving this special place clean! We are leaving nothing!" We all heartily agreed.
It was amazing, now that we were back in this main chamber, how many more panels we discovered in high amazing places
And, how some of the pictographs stood out more with the changing light.
Our day was not over. We still had a series of down climbs ahead of us.
And, I had to arch my back and make it through the squeeze.
I could try and probably falter, my attempt at eloquence would fall far short of the mark of even coming close to describe what this day was like. This day had everything, This day was magic. We were honored and humbled by the experience of visiting this canyon.
Our trip was nearing its end. We had one more special place to visit. We would remember what Somona in the red dress had told us....................................
Continued in the final installment, Part Five - please Click Here
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