SHANNON REED PORTRAIT

Road Trip

Environment, For Fun, LifeShannon Reed

Sunrise at Arches National Park {Moab, UT}

The Three Gossips

My guess is that they're gossiping about this thing.

Delicate Arch

You can see people walking up to it; not so delicate, eh?  


It was lovely watching the sun rise on it.

Self-portrait

Dad

Petroglyphs at Wolf Ranch; carved by the Utes between 1650 and 1850...

 

After Arches, we headed south to Monument Valley.  
I plunked down in the middle of the road to take this shot, then we
noticed a sign right by the car...

Shortly after we checked into our motel the next night, "Forrest Gump"
happened to be on TV.  Sure enough, this is indeed where he
got tired and stopped running.  Amazeballs.

We went into the park about a block and got so disgusted by all the tourists that we
pulled a u-turn and left.  This was the only image I took inside the park.

Free range livestock...

Oh, hey - yeah, don't mind me.

We headed back north to Cortez and Sand Creek Canyon
to see the Anasazi ruins...

 

"Sand Canyon Pueblo tells us much about the stress and turmoil that engulfed the Anasazi during the thirteenth century. Originally built over a thirty-year period beginning around 1240, the Pueblo was abandoned about 1285 following a catastrophic attack that killed many of the residents.
Significantly, there is no evidence of foreign attackers. Archeologists have concluded that people from local villages destroyed Sand Canyon, probably in a bid to control natural resources.  

 

Evidence of a violent end includes eight crudely buried skeletons, partial remains of at least 13 additional bodies which were cast aside, and scattered human bones in six different architectural blocks. None were formally buried and many show signs of a violent death including broken arms and cracked skulls.  Archeologists sampled less that 20% of the Pueblo and recovered the remains of at least 31 people in similar contexts. The actual death toll was probably much higher."  
Eric Skopec, 2007

 

Charlotte and her magnum opus...

An Anasazi pottery remnant

I don't even want to know what lives in that hole {doubt it's a bunny}.

Most of the ruins have been re-buried to protect them.

A river runs through it.  Or at least it used to.

It was really beautiful and peaceful here and I'm glad I didn't know
the horrors that befell the Anasazi until after I got home.  
It just makes me really sad.

Of course I was sad, anyway; this is where I dropped my 70-200.

 

Oh yeah - these were my hiking shoes {don't be jealous}...

My ankles are still pretty swollen here.  
They blew up to three times their size after all that painting I did
(standing barefoot on hardwood floors for hours and hours
at a time is no bueno for the tootsies}.