We’ve been to some pretty amazing sites in Joshua Tree National Park, and it is hard to pick a favorite. Some are awe-inspiring because their pictographs are tucked away out of the reach of the elements and still as pristine as the day they were painted, however many years ago. Others have evocative imagery or a strong sense of place and of the people that made them. And others simply defy description: isolated, extensive, awe-inspiring.
The site I’m writing about today fits in this third category. It is in an impossibly hard to get to spot. We had to spend hours scrambling, clinging to unforgiving terrain, and sometimes simply slogging for some distance over non-murderous terrain, in order to reach it. We were setting out for this area because I had a hunch about it a few years back. At that time we had a go at reaching the vicinity but got turned back by winter weather.
Today, though, was different. We toiled under the bright spring sun. The day was warm but not hot, one of the final days of spring just before summer bears down. We had already come a long way and had just picked our way through some challenging terrain when we dropped down into a wash where we could simply walk, without fear of courting disaster with one misstep. It didn’t take long for my partner to notice something interesting up ahead, and as he does when he has his sights on something, he pulled ahead of me easily. I followed, and still had a little dry waterfall to negotiate when I could see him up ahead making a beeline for an opening under a huge boulder, his movements excited. This was one of those sites where you immediately could sense it was something special as you approached.
I was still picking my way down when he disappeared into the long, low tunnel that forms the site. By the time I reached the spot where he had dropped his pack he was back, and grinning. I peered into the darkness under the boulder, my eyes not used to shade after the bright desert light, and asked “Found something?” He said something along the lines of “Jackpot!” so I quickly did what I usually do at new sites: I shrugged out of my backpack and in my excitement to see the discovery I promptly found the nearest cactus to walk into ( just kidding! It has happened before, but in this case my partner warned me to look down at the cactus I was about to get tangled with — just in time! ). Once my eyes adjusted to the gloom under the boulder I realized that we had indeed found something special. It wasn’t just that the cave was spacious and unusual – it was also that there was a grinding station by the entrance, and right on top it, perched on one of the slicks sat a mano, left undisturbed for all these years.
Let’s look!
This is already a nice find, isn’t it? Seeing a diamond chain this large and elaborate is not common in this part of the desert.
We were not done with this shelter, however. After examining this panel we crawled deeper into the shelter. Tired from our long walk, we brought our backpacks in, set the cameras aside, and rooted through our packs for our lunch. As we ate and downed water, trying to restore some semblance of normality to our parched and tired bodies, we kept gazing at the pictographs. We were sitting underneath the second panel, struck by its sheer size. As I gazed at it something tickled in the back of my mind about the shape of some of the elements, but I didn’t realize what my brain was trying to say until I examined the panel more closely – and then that realization turned this site from “marvelous” into “fantastic, unbelievable!”.
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Hello, I have been looking for this pictograph site for quite a while now. I have been going around the wonderland of rocks almost every weekend and found other pictograph sites near Garrett’s arch. Please let me know if you could direct me to this one.. we are really hoping to see it soon !