In addition to being a traveler and writer, I’m a fine artist working mostly in acrylics. My art website is www.SusanLStewartArt.com. I’m working on a new series of paintings featuring petroglyphs and fossils. I read somewhere that Nine Mile Canyon in Wellington, Utah has the largest concentration of petroglyphs of any area in the world so I wanted to check it out.
October in Colorado and Utah is a beautiful time of year. I have a fabulous Olympus camera that takes crystal clear photos while Tom drives 75mph down the I-70 corridor. I put it in auto focus and set it up to snap three photos a
second. When I see something I like, I stick the camera out the window and just hold the button down while trying to maintain a horizontal skyline.
It’s a six-and-a-half hour drive directly west from Denver to Wellington. Wellington is such a small town — my guess is less than a thousand people — that we stayed in Price, about eight miles farther down the road. We got in late, about 6:30 pm but I’d made reservations at the Legacy Inn so we didn’t have a problem finding a room.
The Legacy Inn is a typical 1960s motel where you park in front of your room. It’s been remodeled and is in excellent condition. We got a Queen Deluxe room, which I would recommend. It was larger and had a comfortable couch. The room was immaculately clean and very quiet. There’s are train tracks about a hundred yards away but we slept with the fan from the heater/air conditioner unit on and didn’t hear a thing. A continental breakfast with fresh homemade waffles is included in the price of the room, which was about $70 a night. The only real complaint we had about Price was the food. We ate two breakfasts and two dinners while we were there, and none of it was anything I would recommend. Both of my dinners were inedible and I didn’t eat them.
The weather was beautiful. Even though it was October, the sun was out making it warm, but not too warm, to roam around. I didn’t see many — or maybe no — aspens, but the cottonwood trees were in their full autumn beauty. The bright yellows and oranges against the red cliffs made them look like they were on fire.
Our second day of the trip was devoted to Nine Mile Canyon. The cliffs and meadows were unbelievable. It occurred to me that if you’re not familiar with this part of the west—the Front Range (Denver/Metro), Rocky Mountains of Colorado, the eastern border of Utah, and northern New Mexico—you haven’t seen the rock formations that are so familiar to us. No matter how many times I see them, their beauty is always overwhelming. The rock formations that are flat on the top are called “mesas,” the Spanish word for “table.”
I took over 300 photos the day we visited the canyon. We had a printout of the various mile markers and what to look for at each
one, but we must have been in the wrong place for the first two areas. It seemed like our trip odometer, the mile markers along the road and the mile markers noted on our printout were all a little bit off and it was hard to tell which one to rely on.
After those two lost opportunities, we saw dozens of petroglyphs. Even though it’s called Nine Mile Canyon, it’s more like 25–30 miles. The last two panels in the canyon are the famous Big Buffalo and Great Hunter. I was in awe to actually be standing in front of two petroglyph panels I’ve seen in books.
The petroglyphs were created between AD 950–1250. The “painter”—I’m guessing a man from the topics of the petroglyphs—had to use a sharp, pointy rocks to slowly chip away at the cliff face. Many of the petroglyphs were created on dark, almost black, flat panels of the mountain. This made them easy to see, but I’m also wondering if that type of rock was easier to chip away.
We were disgusted to see example after example of people vandalizing the petroglyphs. These idiots thought it was a great idea to carve their name and/or initials into the petroglyphs themselves. Despite the vandalism, the Park Service has not kept people from walking right up to a panel to study the work closely. Only the Great Hunter panel had a log “fence” in front of it, but if someone was determined to touch the panel, they could squeeze through the fence.
The six-and-a-half hour drive from Price back to Denver seemed shorter than the one from Denver to Price. Have you ever experienced that? Even short trips within Denver always seem faster returning home.
It was great to finally get away and spend some time together traveling. Road trips are one of our favorites because we can stop when we want to, especially when something interesting pops up. When and where was your last trip? Add a comment; I always love reading them.
Until then, wishing you the best, safest, travels,
Susan L Stewart