Just when I thought desert season was over I was pleasantly surprised with a reprieve. I've been itching to explore an unnamed canyon we often pass by so Josh and I headed out early through moisture laden air underneath gunmetal skies.
The thick atmosphere against the craggy Tierra Blanca made everything look flat and it wasn't until we entered the mouth of the canyon that things started to take dimension.
Josh spotted a beautiful beehive tucked into the rocks and his curiosity overwhelmed his instincts as he stuck his face near the opening to take photos and video. The bees were moving very slow and didn't seem to object to his intrusion so I asked if he'd take a photo with my phone. He ended up taking a video and his presence was finally noticed by a guardian bee who buzzed out of the hive and stung him right in the head. He stumbled back to me and I saw a huge stinger pumping poison into his forehead. I managed to get it out with one pass and we took some time to put sting relief wipes on his injury. He said he was feeling ok so we pressed on, both laughing at what a dumb idea that was! I guess if you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.
The canyon was a few miles long and while it had that eerie canyon feel, like something was watching us from above, it was a pretty pleasant hike. We eventually popped out into the Inner Pasture which I've spent hours on Google Earth looking at and I was super happy to finally be there! I mean, just look at this place! What a gorgeous valley!
We started poking around the rocks and climbing up hills taking in the views and following where our hearts lead us. There were several flat boulders scattered about with smaller stones on top that I suppose could have been Kumeyaay hand tools at some point. We took a break on top of one of them and scanned the valley with binoculars while enjoying the cool quiet of this remote place.
After our break we commenced exploration and happened upon a random barrel. I believe this area is named the Inner Pasture because it was once cattle grazing land for the Crawford Ranch that is located in the mouth of Canebrake Canyon. We found quite a few cowboy artifacts in the form of broken glass, rusty tin cans and really old cow bones as we wandered around the valley. Since this is a rarely explored area it was neat to see the layers of history everywhere we looked.
Amidst one of the sets of bones we found over the course of the day was a skull fragment. Just check out the cranial suture! Beautiful! I also like that when bones get old they get porous, like pieces of coral. Its like Nature found a cool design and decided to repeat herself. It makes me feel like we never lose where we've come from, we just build on to it...which I guess is the whole basis of evolution. I find it kind of comforting in a morbid way.
The layers of history went deeper as we started to find potsherds and stone tools. I am not sure what these green speckled rocks are but I always find them flaked to a point in Native American sites. They don't look like any of the rocks nearby so I am at a loss on what to think of them. I think I'm going to compile a list of questions like this and take them to the Ocotillo Museum or the Museum of Man and see if I can get some answers.
The interesting geology abounds on this hike, like this boulder that had a perfectly sliced hunk cut out of it. How do you suppose that happened?!
We climbed up a tall rocky hill and only found scant artifacts but several large yoni and some cupules on the rocks near the top.
We also saw signs of animal life all around the valley. We happened upon a large den in a sheltered alcove and speculated on who it belonged to. I say a kitfox and Josh says a jackrabbit. It could also belong to a family of burrowing owls but we saw no tracks, scat or pellets either way to come to any sort of solid conclusion.
The Cholla was fierce out here and tiny balls easily flung up with every step. I found it interesting that the cholla species on this side of the valley was different than the Canebrake side, which has an abundance of the large balls.
We crossed the valley heading toward the base of the Sawtooth Mountains hoping to find some interesting caves to poke around in. We scrambled and hopped from rock to rock and I spotted a happy little boulder in the pile down below. Bob Ross would be pleased.
We didn't find much to explore in the way of caves near the base of the mountains but I have a feeling things are really well camouflaged in this place and it may take more than one trip to find it all.
|Pretty good camouflage huh! :-)|
As always, Mylar balloons shimmered in the brush as we explored and we packed them out. Nothing will make you swear off buying balloons than hiking in the backcountry regularly.
As we made our return loop back toward the canyon we found ourselves on an Indian trail as marked by potsherds increasing in quantity the further we hiked.
The trail lead us to a tiny rock mound and we set about to explore it. I went low and Josh went high and I found it interesting that I subconsciously made a beeline toward the kitchen portion of the dwelling site and Josh discovered the hunting area. I feel like for as much as we rage against gender roles in modern society I find comfort in knowing we still have an instinctual draw to those roles. Don't get me wrong, I am a modern and independent woman but you better believe I'd make the shit out of some pottery if I was a Kumeyaay woman! I think that even though Josh was the main cook in our household he'd be the first to make the shit out of some arrowheads too. It's nice to accept traditional roles without stigma and embrace our heritage as hunter/gatherers no matter what Tribe we originate from. I also find it interesting that more often than not we happen upon Native sites near the end of our trip. The only thing I can attribute this to is being tired which drops our cognitive resistance made of "good ideas" thereby allowing us to hike on instinct instead of what we'd think was logic. I think this is probably the way indigenous people lived their entire life, and the separation between logic and instinct was non-existent.
Up in the rocks Josh found an abundance of what we thought could be hand tools along with some pottery.
The pottery in this area is thicker than I've ever seen before. I wonder why it is so different in this location. Perhaps the thicker pieces are older, before they had fine tuned the process? Or, maybe these thick pots were used for cooking or were intended for heavy or bulky items and needed more reinforcement? These are just more questions to add to my list for the museum.
There were several yoni in the area, including a large one in perfect view of the kitchen area.
While Josh continued poking around he spotted an obsidian point discarded in the bushes. We both marveled at the presence of obsidian in our desert, especially after seeing so much of it in the Easter Sierra on our last trip. I think this obsidian could have only come locally from one hill near the Salton Sea called Obsidian Butte. If it didn't come from there it would have had to have been traded from far away.
We spent the whole day enjoying overcast skies and quiet that was only interrupted by curious humming birds and one very, VERY large rattlesnake. During that encounter I was following Josh as we hugged the base of the mountains and even before I heard the rattle I could read Josh's body language from all of our rattlesnake encounters on the PCT and yelled out, "Where is it!?" as I backed up. The rattling exploded in front of us and while I never did see the snake, a million years of evolutionary instinct inspired me to almost back flip onto a medium high boulder. I may be more than 200lbs but nothing makes me turn into a ninja faster than a rattlesnake rattling. I don't even really fear them, not like I fear mountain lions, but it's something with the sound of their rattle that hits me in the animal brain. It's always a moving experience to reconnect to your primal self and I appreciate rattlesnakes for giving me that experience. Again, playing stupid games and hoping not to win stupid prizes like we'd done with the beehive, we stuck around to try and catch a glimpse of this rattlesnake. I took out the binoculars and directed them into the small rock cave he had retreated to and all I could see was a massive forked tongue flicking in the darkness. The snake never stopped rattling and it eventually sounded more like a gas leak than a rattle. We decided this was an old snake as they are more apt to rattle extensively and as soon as we moved our position he stopped rattling making us think our scent was being carried into the cave by a gentle breeze. We never did get to see him but we thanked him for letting us know he was there and couldn't help but tip toe around for the rest of the hike.
We continued exploring and I stopped to take photos of the abundant rock basins, for lack of a better word. There seemed to be little water collection sites on all of the flat boulders.
Considering this area is supposed to be scarcely traveled, there sure were a lot of footprints, and some very fresh ones too. We inspected them and decided most of them were made from a group that was in a flat out run and it made us think maybe this was a recent group of immigrants running to get through before they were caught.
Among the many signs of agave roasting I found more interesting agave stands. If you look at this valley on Google Earth you'll see that it is covered in agave rings like the ones I found in Vallecito. I am adding this growth pattern as a question on my list for the museum. I just can't believe that this is natural and that man hasn't had a hand in it.
Our hike reached its end around 11 miles and we were both super hungry having only nibbled all day. We packed it in and headed for Jacumba and Subway sandwiches, still riding the excitement of all we'd discovered throughout the day. I can't wait to go back!