This site is nestled at higher elevation on the slopes of the western Sierra, around 6,500 feet or so. There’s no habitation sites nearby that I’m aware of, and nothing stands out about the landscape. However, the site seems deliberately chosen all the same – this is a rocky little knoll and the boulder it is painted on is the largest in the grouping.
To me the site seems to represent a shaman’s portal into the spirit world: it is painted in a crack in a large, striking boulder. This would have been considered a good spot from which to access the spirit world.
The site faces generally southerly, and the terrain is pretty steeply sloped. It was a bit of a scramble to get to it, actually! We were poking around the grouping of rocks, clambering over deadfall and stepping gingerly on springy mats of pinecones and needles gathered between the fallen tree limbs, when we spotted this boulder and angled over. The underbrush was surprisingly scratchy for the elevation – you associate thorns with the desert, not the Sierra! – so we circled this way and that looking for a way to get to the boulder.
We finally opted for dropping down over a disintegrating log, and had just touched terra firma on the other side when we heard a steady hum. Oh — great! Bees!
I glanced up. There was a steady blur of bees high overhead. Probably a hive right up at the top of the boulder. Great – just great! I never have much luck with bees. Last time I found a swarm of bees while rock art hunting I walked around with a soccer ball of a bee sting on my upper thigh for days afterward.
I was ready to punt on the boulder right then and there, but my companion had scouted ahead and announced “Here’s something!” So I had to worriedly scoot past the overhang that hosted the worst of the bees. And sure enough, there was something! A very nice little panel of pictographs, about four feet off the ground, tucked under a little overhang.
I knelt down to get out a camera, keeping an eye and an ear out for the bees. Any intensification of the hum and I’d just have to brave the prickly undergrowth and roll downhill in search of safety!
Since I’m writing this, you already know that I wasn’t chased off a cliff by bees. In fact, we escaped completely unharmed, though it was a bit of a struggle to leave the site. Every which way was tangled, thorny overgrowth with soft forest duff underneath. We did finally make it back to the vehicle and smiled at each other, happy that another day’s exploring went well. We did face an extremely windy road home, the sort of road that makes even the driver queasy, but such hardships are no match for a day out in nature.
Now, let’s take a look at what we found!
This was a fun little site to visit. I’m usually the photographer so after the initial excitement is over, my companion is left staring at plain rocks while I finish up the pictures. Thus, my companion prefers “bite-sized” sites, with an interesting panel or two that doesn’t take too long to photograph! This site fit that bill.
I hope you enjoyed visiting this site with me in this entry. If you ever visit it in person, be sure to leave it as you found it. Do not touch the pictographs, or trace them, or anything! Leave it just as you found it so others can enjoy it like you did.