Voices and Images of Cedar Mesa"Elements" by Ann Walka from her book WATERLINESDown from Muley Point canyon walls rise straight and dignified above the copper river They are washed with rose and coral and burnt sienna and smudged with gray lichen a hand-tinted illustration in a volume from an antiquarian bookstore Nineteenth century naturalists learned from the Greeks that there are only earth air fire and water In the hubris that is science we forgot Down from Muley Point I merge like a tributary into rills of pink water and sing off key to an upstream wind Burned to ash my dreams make stones on the hillside crackle and slide My skin taste of salt and iron and dust What more can I say Torrents of knowledge may pour down on us like red mud flooding over a cliff but still we are only these four strands arranged in the minds of rivers FROM THE UNPUBLISHED JOURNALS OF ELLEN MELOY May 1, 1982 - Grand Gulch.
The canyon is aromatic with moisture and new foliage; an extravagant amount of water trickles down the streambeds and allows the emergence of plants and creatures after the long stillness of winter. The morning sun is warm, especially after a few miles of trail. Luminous white clouds pass over the canyon rims and we walk alternatively between shadow and sunlight. It is still early for many wildflowers, paintbrush and buffalo berry are common along the trail. At The Junction of Kane Gulch and Grand Gulch, large cottonwoods and Gamble Oak mark the spring; their leaves are still small and enfolded, but present enough to make a green cloud of the treetops. At this junction is a large cliff dwelling -- inaccessible, or so it seems, unless like a human fly, you could crawl straight up the face of the sandstone wall. For the Anasazi who knew it, there was an order of foot and handholds; if you didn't know it, you'd be clinging to the face of the rock with no holds in reach: the end of the formula that would get you to the top. ... The trail descends deeper into the Gulch - sweeping bays of sandstone walls, one after another. The water is luxurious, almost a perennial stream. When I think I'm going to fall flat on my face with delirium, we come to pour off -- and S funnel of rocks into a deep emerald pool. I consider it paradise and plop down ridding myself of boots and socks in a matter of seconds. But it doesn't last. Dark clouds have joined together in a steel gray mass and Mark is looking for shelter. I'm sitting slack-jawed and spaced by this pour off, oblivious to the transformation of what I have convinced myself is immutable. But it is going to rain. I slowly climb to an overhang and join Mark in refuge from a desert thunderstorm. Crouched in a wedge of rock, with barely enough room for us and our packs, we watch the rain wash the slickrock to a gleaming shine. Soon the small patches of black moss become domes of deep green. Water pours off the rims in slender falls and below, the emerald pool is a rising circle of brown water fed by a rush of floodwater from the stream. The storm goes on and on. Soon we have no place that is dry, so we rush down to the canyon floor and backtrack up the trail to an overhang large enough to accommodate us in more comfort to wait out the rain. May 2. We sleep near a ruin. It may be the one of the breach birth petroglyph, the one that Ann Zwinger feels is cold and haunting, perhaps because of the petroglyph or the discovery of a mummy, whose apparent death was violent, gashes sewn up with thick string, arms crossed on the wound in pain. But we can't tell -- the main dwelling is above us and the ledge floor has fallen to the midden heap. There is no way to see if the petroglyph is here. It does not feel cold and uncomfortable. The arch of the overhang frames the canyon in perfect grace, and we are dry. It isn't hard to imagine tiny brown people here, climbing the rock with small, agile feet, working their maize fields on the terrace below. ... The sun is out this morning, the moisture clings to leaves and blades; it is still an extravagance, all this water. The prickly pear and claret cup cactus are nearly obese, swollen fat with moisture and bearing flowers that will bloom at any moment. The ruins we explore still have remnants of their occupants, but nothing near what must have been here when Richard Wetherill (between a grave robber and a skilled archaeologist) excavated in the 1890s. All the contents shipped to New York City -- far from these canyons where they make so much sense. But laid out on rocks and metates are shards and objects for the hiker to see. Corncobs, husks tied in knots, corrugated pottery, the black and white pottery of the later Pueblo period, string, Juniper burlap cloth, an atlatl shaft wrapped in twine (human hair?), rabbits fur, turkey feathers wrap it -- everything seems to be wrapped so carefully in little twists of bark or fiber. Two outstanding shards are: a black and white checked pot rim, and one with rows of painted lines, which I try to draw not very successfully. ... May 3. The seven or eight miles up Bullet Canyon are at first easy, through patches of purple red wild sweet pea blossoms, and just-about-to-bloom, prickly pear and claret cup. One patch of phlox nestles in a rock, and there is a kind of mat-plant daisy. Horsetail ferns along the stream make a meadow of the banks. The stream bed is usually dry, with water collected in potholes (from the rainstorms) and occasional springs. Above, we sometimes see a grain storage cist -- hovering in a rock with unknown, seemingly impossible access. The last of Bullet is boulder-strewn, but with a stairstep of three or four large potholes in slickrock ledges. We scramble up them and out on the rimrock where for the first time in three days, we can see not just cloud bottoms, but whole clouds moving in groups among the juniper-covered Mesa. | Explore Cedar MesaCedar Mesa occupies 475,000 acres of high plateau country in Utah's San Juan County. Learn more about this unique archaeological landscape in this video, posted courtesy of National Trust for Historic Preservation.
GREETINGS FROM FRIENDS OF CEDAR MESA EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR MARK MELOYWE ARE OFF AND RUNNING
2012 will be an exciting year for the Friends of Cedar Mesa. In just a couple months we have already accomplished so much. We have an enthusiastic founding board of directors standing ready to shape the organization to match challenges as large as the landscape itself. The tasks of simply becoming an official non-profit organization has been no small matter. Already we have crafted our articles of incorporation, bylaws, IRS non-profit tax exemption, etc. and are really looking forward to actual work on the ground in the form of service projects in cooperation with the Bureau of Land Management, Monticello Field Office. If you would like to help with our Spring projects, please contact me at friendsofcedarmesa@gmail.com.
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