Not to be confused with "Little Wild Horse" Canyon.
I chose a campsite overlooking the narrows of this canyon. Here's my view at sunrise.
On my first day here, I hiked down into the canyon, in search of an arch. The arch required some off-trail hiking. I never did find it, but I certainly enjoyed traipsing around all over the slickrock.
On my way out of the canyon, I encountered a group of men around my dad's age. They were on their way to see some pictographs and invited me to join them. They were excited that I would significantly lower the median age of the group. I was excited because they led me to some really amazing pictographs! And there's no way I would have found these on my own.
I was amazed at the detail; I've never seen anything like it. I've seen plenty of petroglyphs (shapes carved into rock) from the Fremont culture. But these were Barrier style pictographs (paintings) that could possibly date back to 2000 B.C. My pastor mentioned something about Moses being around in 1200 B.C., so these were like, Old Testament times. I am so intrigued by the story these people were telling. That one guy is not holding a bow; they didn't have that kind of weapon back then. And why are the creepy looking figures so much bigger than the humans? They're probably gods, but there's something eerie about them that almost makes me believe in the alien theory.
It turned out one of the men was Mennonite, so we chatted the whole way back. He told me the story of his Rotary Club back in Kansas. They read the book "The New Jim Crow" and felt really convicted. He started thinking about how his group was a little too male, a little too pale, and a little too stale. They've put together a series of lectures from some prominent speakers in their community. It has been an eye-opening experience, and now they are trying to think of ways they can make a difference in the pervasive racism of our society.
And this is why I love the Mennonites.
I chose a campsite overlooking the narrows of this canyon. Here's my view at sunrise.
On my first day here, I hiked down into the canyon, in search of an arch. The arch required some off-trail hiking. I never did find it, but I certainly enjoyed traipsing around all over the slickrock.
On my way out of the canyon, I encountered a group of men around my dad's age. They were on their way to see some pictographs and invited me to join them. They were excited that I would significantly lower the median age of the group. I was excited because they led me to some really amazing pictographs! And there's no way I would have found these on my own.
I was amazed at the detail; I've never seen anything like it. I've seen plenty of petroglyphs (shapes carved into rock) from the Fremont culture. But these were Barrier style pictographs (paintings) that could possibly date back to 2000 B.C. My pastor mentioned something about Moses being around in 1200 B.C., so these were like, Old Testament times. I am so intrigued by the story these people were telling. That one guy is not holding a bow; they didn't have that kind of weapon back then. And why are the creepy looking figures so much bigger than the humans? They're probably gods, but there's something eerie about them that almost makes me believe in the alien theory.
It turned out one of the men was Mennonite, so we chatted the whole way back. He told me the story of his Rotary Club back in Kansas. They read the book "The New Jim Crow" and felt really convicted. He started thinking about how his group was a little too male, a little too pale, and a little too stale. They've put together a series of lectures from some prominent speakers in their community. It has been an eye-opening experience, and now they are trying to think of ways they can make a difference in the pervasive racism of our society.
And this is why I love the Mennonites.
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