Even with the wind - and intermittent snow - buffeting the tent through much of the night, a good pair of ear plugs enabled us to get a reasonable night's sleep at the southern end of the Mojave Preserve's Mid Hills, near Hole in the Wall. We'd camped in this spot once before - when there was much more snow on the ground - and so upon waking up just as the sun was peeking over the horizon, I climbed out of the tent to do a bit of exploration.
Good morning swiss cheese butte.
Knowing of some nearby petroglyphs, I headed east - a half mile or so along the base of the mesa - to check them out. My recollection was that these weren't the most amazing glyphs, but when we'd visited them the first time, we had very little experience with rock art. I wondered - though I tried not to get my hopes up - if there were more in the area that I hadn't even thought to look for last time and that I might find this morning,
When visiting rock art and ruin sites, be respectful.This is most easily done by following the Leave No Trace principles; leaving the place exactly as you found it and taking with you only photographs and memories. In case that is not clear enough for some reason, here are examples of respectful behaviors:
The boulder of glyphs that we'd seen on our first visit.
This bighorn is brighter than the other etchings, perhaps a more modern addition.
Heading into the boulder field, I found a new-to-me petroglyphs in a nearby shelter.
A good distance away from the primary boulder, and facing west - and so illuminated at sunset rather than sunrise - I found several more symbols on a series of large rocks.
As I made my way back to camp, I climbed up the face of the mesa to some wind caves that I hoped might have been used as shelters. Facing east, they would have warmed up in the morning and been cool in the afternoon; at a few hundred feet above the valley floor, they would have given their inhabitants a nice vantage point of the surroundings.
A good place to see comings and goings, but I didn't find any indication of habitation.
After a family whistle from the cave high above camp - to let my lady know that it was time to brave the cool, windy day - I made a quick detour into a short slot-canyon-esq section of the ring loop hike before heading back to camp.
It was chilly in slot, but there was a bit of nice light reflecting down from above.
Soon enough, breakfast was eaten, camp was stowed, and @mrs.turbodb had assembled another series of tasty turkey sandwiches for us to pack along our single planned hike for the day: an 11-mile excursion through the highest concentration of petroglyphs in the entirety of the Mojave National Preserve.
That is, after we braved the - reportedly - very flexy road to get there.
We really couldn't have asked for nicer weather as we headed cross-country.
"Flexy" is defined differently by every driver. Still, with no visible tracks, it was nice to know that we were off the beaten path!
I'd allowed nearly an hour to cover the seven flexy dirt miles to the trailhead, but with a little deep sand - easily navigable even with full tire pressure - being the only excitement, it was only a few seconds after 8:16am when we pulled into a sandy side wash for a warm-up to the main event of the day.
The search was on for a small arch.
We headed out under blue skies.
Mojave mound cactus. (Echinocereeus triglochiderus var. mojavensis)
Pancake Prickly Pear (Opuntia chlorotica) standing guard over a Grizzly Bear cactus (Opuntia polyacantha var. erinacea).
This brightly clad California Barrel cactus made for a cacophony of cacti! (Ferocactus cylindraceus var. lecontei)
Having squandered a full 17 minutes enjoying the cacti, finding the arch, and returning to the Tacoma, even a couple more miles of sandy driving wasn't going have any meaningful impact on our schedule - this was a day that we were going to be done early!
Or, so we thought at the time...
Our final approach to the trailhead.
As you can imagine, as the location with the highest concentration of petroglyphs in the preserve, this is a special place. As such, I've been careful not to name it. If you should visit it - or if you know where it is - please do your part to keep it special as well, and refrain from naming or giving directions to it on the internet.
And so, just after 9:00am, both of us lathered in sunscreen - and with our lunch and camera equipment stowed for the 11-mile stroll down ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ - we set out.
The majority of the wash is both broad and relatively flat. In fact, over the course of the 5.5-mile descent, the wash drops only 800 feet, making the entire trek a leisurely affair but for the soft sand under foot. Staying to the edges of the wash - or on more solid gravel bars - helps immensely, and by the time we were done we'd developed an eye for the most stable path.
That's not to say we didn't have a lot of up-and-down throughout the day however, as much of the rock art - primarily petroglyphs - was located 50-100 feet up the darkly varnished walls, giving us the "opportunity" for plenty of exercise.
Rock art wasn't the only thing we ran into. This California Barrel cactus was nearly as tall, and significantly more massive than @mrs.turbodb!
Not knowing exactly where we'd find the petroglyphs - I'd marked a couple of points where I suspected the art would be, but figured that we'd surely notice them as we walked the wash - we started by walking down the middle of the wash. At more than 300 feet wide, I soon realized this was a mistake - we couldn't see either side with any amount of detail - and I suggested that we head to the east side as it looked more promising from a boulder perspective.
We were very excited when we arrived at the edge of the wash and there was a large panel right in front of us.
Almost immediately - and for more than the next mile of - our decision paid off! There were literally thousands of glyphs along what was once clearly a highway for the Chemehuevi and Mojave people who called these lands home.
There's no good way to share the full experience, but here is a smattering of what we found.
Water here dried up more than 800 years ago, but this water symbol - and many more like it - hinted at why this area was so heavily traveled.
There were lots of concentric geometric shapes, I really liked this cross.
Clapping overhead man.
In addition to concentric shapes, there were also many reflections.
Circle of life.
...and then another.
There weren't many sheep along these walls, but we did find a few.
A shield, anthropomorphs, and a few sheep.
This looked like a spider to me, though I don't know that I've ever seen a spider glyph before.
We'd seen this concentric H as a pictograph near the cave we found the previous afternoon.
It took us more than two hours to make it through that mile of wash, and - with the petroglyphs thinning for a moment as the wash widened and the varnished boulders gave way to rolling hills - we both knew that we'd only scraped the surface. Now, with more than eight miles to go, we made the decision to pick up the pace for the next several miles. There - where the wash narrowed dramatically, I hoped we'd find even more of these fantastic figures, giving us the opportunity to ponder their meaning so many years after their creation.
Even as the rock art dwindled, the surroundings continued to be their own reward.
A small conglomerate arch decorated the bend in the wash where we settled down for lunch.
This guy was either lucky to find a spot all to himself, or isn't going to make it much longer...
Look at the "W" wave in the volcanic flows. There was some geology going on here!
These little balls appeared to be "bubbles" of lava, each less than a quarter inch across and all packed tightly together.
Only a couple dozen feet away, the "bubbles" were much larger.
We made it through the narrows and to the apex of our hike - technically at the lowest elevation - four-and-a-half hours after setting out. Just before 2:00pm, this - where the wash meets a second access road - was our turnaround. We hadn't seen any additional rock art in the last couple of miles, but the hike had been so pleasant - save for the soft sand constantly getting into my shoes - that I don't think we minded a bit. Plus, turning around meant that we'd get to take an alternate route back, perhaps with more rock art along the way!
A cool breeze kept us in our long sleeves all day.
Upon reaching the edge of the area where the highest concentration of petroglyphs had presented themselves on the way down, we followed a bend in the wash wall up a small tributary to the east. Once again we hit the jackpot, with entire walls of varnished stone covered in figures and shapes. It was a good thing this was the only hike we had planned for the day - we weren't going to be getting back as early as we thought!
Bird feet or yucca?
Surely these are stacks of pancakes.
More of the reflections we'd seen elsewhere.
I thought this was an interesting glyph, carved along the edge of a rock. A timeline perhaps?
This pineapple glyph was similar to a pictograph we'd seen in the cave we'd explored the day before.
As I climbed around above the wash, I found a small pool.
A map of some sort?
Eventually - as has perhaps happened for everyone reading this story - even we were overwhelmed by the shear quantity of glyphs and we threw in the towel on trying to see them all. Certainly, one could spend days - or weeks - scouring this area, discovering more rock art, shelters, and signs of habitation.
We on the other hand were getting hungry and so as the sun began to drop below the ridges to our west, we completed the final mile to the Tacoma. There, the solar panels - which I'd deployed on the windshield to keep the batteries topped off - had done their job brilliantly; our devices were charged, the fridge was cold, and at nearly 13V, the batteries were happy.
As a soft glow covered the land, we consumed our traditional taco dinner and finished the meal with a couple of Duet bites. These - for anyone who's had them knows - are fantastic little treats. Half brownie, half Madeline, @mrs.turbodb had picked up a box on our previous trip to Death Valley, so it was a no-brainer to grab another box this time.
Our feet tired, we soon found our teeth brushed and our faces washed. It couldn't have been much after 8:00pm, but we were ready for bed.
Still, as we nodded off to sleep, I couldn't help but think about the following day. Unlike today, where I was reasonably sure that we'd find what we were looking for - after all, we were searching along an ancient highway with thousands of rocks covered in art - rumor was that there was a single "blueprint" petroglyph at our next destination. The only problem was - we had only a rough idea of how to get there...