The Petrified Forest and The Painted Desert

The next day, I got hitched up and headed toward the Petrified Forest and Painted Desert. It was only a two hour drive, so I planned to see the park the same day.

I had been there before, in 1987, after my first year teaching in Kalamazoo. I had my first brand-new car and I did what any sensible person who likes to travel and drive would do: I drove to California.

Ah, I loved my car! It was a Dodge Lancer, and it looked like this:

In fact, it even had a theme song, sung to the tune of Popeye the Sailor Man.

Lancer, the Wonder Car,
Takes me places near and far.
I drive and drive ’til there we are,
In Lancer, the Wonder Car.

Hmm…Maybe I need to come up with a song for Bart.

Anyway, back to this trip. I got to the park and stopped in the Visitors Center to see what information I could collect.

Then, I set out to explore.

The Painted Desert was the first part I came to. When I was here before, I don’t remember the colors being so vivid. Perhaps the day was overcast.

The next stop was the Painted Desert Inn. It has just undergone a restoration, so it was quite something to see.

The original Inn was built of petrified wood in the 1920s. The Civilian Conservation Corps reworked the building in an adobe style in the late 1930s. It never had more than guest six rooms, and it appears that its main function was as a place to eat and take refreshment.

The building is now used as a museum.

Around the lower entrance, some of the petrified wood was left exposed.

A very striking cat petroglyph is in the lobby. I’d never seen such a naturalistic petroglyph before.

There are murals there by Fred Kabotie. They represent various aspects of the Hopi Culture.

The furniture for the Inn had been built by the CCC. This chair had been restored to its former glory.

For an Inn with only six rooms, the building was fairly massive looking.

I read in some of the literature there that there was a guest room that could be viewed. I asked the ranger about it, and he took me and several other visitors to see it.

It looks like the door was what I always heard called a “Dutch door”. The bottom could remain closed and the top part opened for ventilation or light.

The rooms had their own fireplaces, although there was a radiator in the room.

The rooms also had their own sinks.

The light fixture was attractive, and the ceiling made use of the exposed wood and beams.

Other than that, there was barely enough room to change your mind. A bed, a chair and a nightstand or dresser would take up all the rest of the floorspace.

This is the view directly above the room. Those two vigas on the right side of the picture are right above the door.

I found this benchmark for the U.S. Geological Survey in the gardens behind the Inn.

This is the view from the patio. Quite attractive, don’t you think? Too bad it’s not possible to book a room there anymore.

My next stop was Route 66.

Route 66 ran right along the phone poles.

I found a tumble weed lodged against the fence. Luckily, another group of visitors came along just in time to snap my photo. I did leave the tumbleweed behind.

The next stop was Puerco Pueblo, which was right along near the banks of the Puerco River. There were petroglyphs!

There was a variety of styles on the rocks.

You can see more geometric designs as well as representational shapes.

People were represented, as well.

This bird looks like a fearsome creature.

This is an interesting combination of abstract and representational petroglyphs.

This little circular one is probably the most interesting, though. It’s actually a calendar. On the solstice, the sun shines on it through a space in the rocks. Then they knew it was time to plant.

I snapped this photo from one of the signs. The arrow points to the sun shining on the calendar.

There were also ruins at this location.

The sign said that this was a kiva. If you weren’t sure about what a kiva is, no worries! I looked up the definition for you: “An underground or partly underground chamber in a Pueblo village, used by the men especially for ceremonies or councils.”

There were also rooms for living spaces.

You can see more rooms here.

There were more rooms. The signs said that we were walking over the ruins. I imagine there are many more discoveries to be made.

When I returned to the parking area, I had a happy surprise.

Another Airstream had parked right next to me! I left them a card with a greeting. When we passed each other later on, we gave each other the Airstream salute. We flashed our lights and waved. It’s always fun to see another Airstream.

The next stop along the way was a site called the teepees. Some day I will get a camera that allows me to zoom in better, but it you use your imagination, you can see why they were called the teepees.

I gave you the teepees at this point, just so you could rest your eyes a bit. Next up: Newspaper Rock!

Newspaper Rock is actually a collection of rocks that tumbled down from the cliffs above. According to the information I have, the petroglyphs were created from 650 – 2000 years ago.

Oh, you can’t see them? Let’s see if I can zoom in a bit.

There are more than 650 designs pecked into the desert varnish exposing the lighter stone below.

I haven’t stopped to count, but I don’t think I saw all 650 designs.

On the other hand, maybe I did.

Is that Kokopelli there? Might be!

Again, this was a location I originally learned about from Sister Jeanne in art history class. As far was I am concerned, that woman was a national treasure!

It’s time to move along. I’m at the Petrified Forest National Park, and so far the only petrified wood I’ve see has been in the gift shop and used in building the Painted Desert Inn. Where’s the forest?

Finally! Here’s some petrified wood at the Blue Mesa.

I wonder if all this petrified wood was lying here exposed when the Puebloans lived in the area?

If so, did they make use of it?

This one looks like it must have extended out from the earth for quite a while before it broke off.

I love it when I find a flower growing that I haven’t seen before. I don’t know what it is, although it reminds me of a poppy.

On to the Jasper Forest.

Do you see all the tree trunks lying about?

Since there are relatively small chunks of petrified wood here, I wonder if they were washed down by rain runoff. I wonder how long that would take in a desert?

Here’s a log still embedded in a rock formation.

Change happens slowly. Here is a photo of some logs taken in 1883.

And the same logs in 2013.

One last look at the Jasper Forest before moving on.

It would be a lot more impressive if we could actually walk up and touch all those logs, but I guess we have to preserve things for the future.

There were a few more stops in the park, but the parking areas were full. My eyes were also getting full, so I decided to see if the rumor was true. I read somewhere that there was free camping at the rock shops at the southern entrance to the park.

YES!!! Free camping! Not only was the camping free, but they had petrified wool you could actually walk right up to and touch.

This piece was right by my door. Beautiful!

They had petrified wood all over the place. It is Arizona’s state rock, after all.

I wonder when these trees actually started growing?

How long did it take for the minerals to replace the wood?

And just where did these incredible colors come from?

The sign says “OPEN” but the door said “CLOSED”.

Nevertheless, free camping, up close petrified wood, and kitsch abounding.

Who can beat that?

Maybe they even offer free accommodations. I don’t know, but there are doors into the teepees. I had my own bed, though, so it didn’t matter to me.

Next stop: Winslow, Arizona!