At this point I have to tell you about Greg Linde. What a magnet is to paper clips Greg is to anything you want to find. In the beginning it was "Greg, find us some petrified wood." Greg would wonder off on his own and the next thing you knew he was hollering for you to come and see the petrified wood. Same held true with crystals, chard, special rocks. On this occasion we were to explore a water fall and canyon below. I being the lazier of the group said I would stay on the high ground (not wanting to climb down the rocky fall). Greg being part mountain goat said he would climb down the canyon wall to the bottom of the fall and inspect below. Having never seen a petroglyph I called to Linde to find one for me to look at. Sure enough after about a half hour I hear Linde calling "Here's one!". This would mean a hardy climb to the floor of the canyon below where Greg was.
Upon close inspection this art work had much going on in it. The water symbol was a no brainer but the rest was petroglyph to me. The face of the stone had aged and some of the art could not be seen only in part.
On our next trip to the big water fall we saw a large bull elk with a rack that touched his rump as he lifted he's head before walking into the trees. This was very unusual. While we always saw the prong horned antelope and the burros this was the first elk we had ever seen. I mention this because the rock we would find would depict this type of abundant creature.
The cutting of these images were very deep into the rock. I took a sharp rock and a blunt one for a hammer and attempted to create some designs on a rock like this. No easy task as it was hard to make the lines deep and detailed as well. Who ever had created this story rock had either spent a long time or was very talented.
Walking into a canyon where a great fall with a sweat lodge under its vale was always magic. We had discovered this ruin under the fall and were here to explore the canyon to either side. It was getting easy with Linde around, I just told Greg to find us some other signs of life. He bent over and picked up a piece of pottery then pointed to the cliffs to the north and said "Do you see it!" I did see it, but it was just above a narrow ledge about 60 feet in the air. Greg the mountain goat said he would climb out if I would take a picture. Well he got that division of labor right. There was no way I was going to climb out there. Greg said, "they did" and began a most dangerous climb. All of this climb proved to be scary even to the goat.
There was not only a bulls eye but two and there just below in between was the hand of the artist.
On a chilling day in November Mike Potts an I set out to drive up Mesa Prieta.
Greg had driven up once successfully but had permanent damage to the vehicle and
maybe the passengers. Greg had undertaken this project in good weather and
dry conditions. When Mike and I arrived it was with the understanding that
we might have to walk from a certain point up to the top as the road was bad.
Forget it! We could not get 50 feet up the road without the real danger of sliding
off into the valley below. Mike had the same type vehicle as Greg but today
we had mud and snow on the road. The reason we wanted to go up was to take pictures
of the many petroglyph that we had seen on the previous trip without but had no camera.
In order to get the pictures Mike and I would have to scale three miles from
5,500 feet up to 7,250 feet of mud, snow, ice and wind. I assured Mike it was
worth it. The first problem was that we were slipping and sliding all the way.
The three mile trip was going to be the equivalent of 5 miles with small steps.
The next problem was that snow was covering the rocks that we saw all the petroglyphs on the first trip. I am sure that the Anasazi who walked this path
before us had the same problems. To our delight we found new art that we had
not seen before. Here are some of the pictures.