September 13 – 5 miles
It was a very windy night. The weather predicted that the high gusty winds would end by about 10pm. They didn’t. The whole night is living wind patterns. Slow, distant whispers of leaves, crescendoing to a dull roar swirling around in 3D Surround Sound, then roaring over us, blowing the tent, sometimes pushing the peak 6 inches aside as the wind waves roar by. The sounds move away and into silence. Then a new variation on the theme repeats. Over and over…
Somehow Sherman and I both slept through much of it.
Sept 12: 9 miles
We got up to the sound of the river. I was looking for a way not to cross the river. I couldn’t see anyway to get Sherman safely across.
You can just see the 8 foot wet log across the river…
Got up this morning at 5:30 for another hike in Sisar Canyon.
The plan today is to hike to the waterfall and take a break – 2.5 mi – then to White Camp and take a break – 5 mi – go another 2 miles, take a short break and head back down. That will give us around 14 mile round-trip.
We are currently at the waterfall. Sherman’s wondered around sniffing, taken a few drinks of water so I’m sure his tummy is full and chewed on a couple sticks. I’ve had some water and 2 oranges.
We wake with first light, get up and walk to the end of the mesa we’re camped on. Standing there surrounded on 300 degrees by river gorge walls leading down to the San Juan River. It’s an amazing feeling, standing on a little rock point with half mile deep and three-quarter mile wide gorge filling all of peripheral vision. Sherman too is standing still, looking around at the view. We soak in it… We walk along the edge back to the van. The river gorge goes down in steps. The river is about 2000 feet below us. But the dropoff from the cliff we’re walking on is only 20-30 feet to the next layer.
On to Monument Valley. I’ve wanted to go here for decades. Today’s the day…!
We get up and walk the 2 miles into Painted Hand Pueblo.
This is a site with many petrographs. While walking down the road I notice that Sherman is a little on edge. As we’re walking I notice that the bushes growing along the road are mostly blocking his view of anything in the distance, so his other senses are on high alert. I wonder what it looks like from his view, so I hold by phone down at arms length. This is not as close to the ground as his eyes, but about a foot higher at my knee level. So… here’s an approximation of Sherman’s walk on this road.
The trail and jeep roads are calling. We walk for an hour.
Near the van I see a spine on the ground.
We get up, eat, walk, and go to the store/gas area to take a shower. First shower in a week. Though sponge baths work just fine for quite long stretches of time, standing in a hot shower is one of the miracles and pleasures of life!
i take a shower and find this sign posted on the shower door. Careful, weird people are about…
We then head toward The Long House Tour. It’s a 60 minute drive from the campground. This is on a completely different Mesa. So, a new community of dwellings. The drive is a slow, winding mountain road. Much of it along the knife crest of the ridges. The road plus an 8-12 foot shoulder is it! Steeply down on both sides. As we approach the end of the road we see a herd of wild horses. They are not afraid of the cars, but are cautious. I can see about 8 horses. Sherman’s lying down and doesn’t move as I try to act excited. A half mile past the horses is the parking area for The Long House and Step House.
It’s a cold night. The thermometer says 34 degrees in the van. That means it’s mid-20’s outside. There’s a breeze, so I start the van and turn on the heater. When the inside temp hits 50 I get dressed and we hop out — leaving the van running — to walk around the campground loop.
The inside van temp is 62 when we get back. We have breakfast and about 8:30 I head to the Visitor’s Center for tour tickets. The only one still available today is for Balcony House. I get one for 11. Long House is available tomorrow. I take 10 for that one. Unfortunately, Cliff Palace, the most photographed Pueblo structure in the US is closed for repairs until the 26th. So it goes…
Balcony House is an hour drive from here, so we have another hour to stop along the way at other sites.
We stop at Park Point. The highest spot in the park. It’s at 8572 feet.
Looking back toward the entrance.
Last night as I was rearranging boxes in the van I had a flash on where my other winter jacket was. I was right. It was in the box with my pants and shirts. Song I don’t have to be quite as layered to be warm. About this jacket before I came long trail last fall. Assistant. It’s a synthetic Phil Phil F I LL rather than down. I thought I might need it on the long trail since there was a good chance of it being a rainy time. It wasn’t, so I used my down jacket.
This morning I wake to about half an inch of snow on the ground and van and trees and everything! No wonder it’s cold. The van thermometer says it’s 40 degrees. It’s usually about 10 to 12° warmer inside than outside.