Desert Book - Desert Magazine of the Southwest
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<strong>the</strong> best possible testimony to its inaccessibility<br />
and remoteness.<br />
"I don't have any idea what we'll<br />
find <strong>the</strong>re," Kent said on <strong>the</strong> eve <strong>of</strong><br />
our departure. "Probably nothing important,<br />
but we'll see some new country—and<br />
we might find a cliff dwelling."<br />
And now that we were 80 road-andtrail<br />
miles west <strong>of</strong> Monticello and as<br />
close to our goal as <strong>the</strong> jeeps could<br />
take us, <strong>the</strong> next order <strong>of</strong> business<br />
was to select a campsite in <strong>the</strong> nut<br />
pines and junipers. As darkness settled<br />
in <strong>the</strong> canyons, we fell to ga<strong>the</strong>ring<br />
dry wood for our night and morning<br />
fires. Fern prepared a good hot<br />
supper, <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs <strong>of</strong> us selected level<br />
spots and unrolled our sleeping bags,<br />
and by <strong>the</strong> time <strong>the</strong> first star appeared<br />
we were well settled and making big<br />
plans for <strong>the</strong> morrow.<br />
Sunrise next morning found breakfast<br />
eaten and camp made shipshape,<br />
and after each <strong>of</strong> us collected <strong>the</strong><br />
articles he thought he would need for<br />
a day <strong>of</strong> exploring on foot, we were<br />
on our way. The air at this elevation<br />
<strong>of</strong> nearly 6500 feet was frosty enough<br />
to make a jacket feel comfortable, but<br />
<strong>the</strong> sky was clear and blue, and a<br />
beautiful day was in prospect.<br />
Only a short distance from camp we<br />
crossed a deep storm-cut arroyo at<br />
<strong>the</strong> confluence <strong>of</strong> Fable Valley and<br />
<strong>the</strong> side canyon through which we had<br />
descended <strong>the</strong> previous evening. A<br />
MARCH, 1959<br />
The explorers, from left:<br />
Bill Thompson, Becky Beckwith,<br />
Fern and Kent Frost.<br />
small stream coursed through <strong>the</strong> bottom<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> arroyo, and we were delighted<br />
to find a good spring <strong>of</strong> cold<br />
water gushing from <strong>the</strong> cutbank beneath<br />
a clump <strong>of</strong> small willows.<br />
Beyond <strong>the</strong> arroyo we headed south<br />
across <strong>the</strong> sage-grown floor <strong>of</strong> Fable<br />
Valley, having entered it midway between<br />
its upper and lower ends. As<br />
<strong>the</strong> target for our first day's exploration<br />
we had voted to go to <strong>the</strong> head<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> valley and return.<br />
We had not walked a quarter <strong>of</strong> a<br />
mile before we noticed a tall rock<br />
promontory on our right. Rising<br />
abruptly to a height <strong>of</strong> 125 feet above<br />
<strong>the</strong> valley trough, it formed a conspicuous<br />
landmark quite unlike anything<br />
else in this vicinity. It was" not until<br />
we had approached quite near to it<br />
that we caught sight <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Indian ruin<br />
••<br />
Trail into Fable Valley<br />
still is on <strong>the</strong> rugged side,<br />
and strictly limited to<br />
jour-wheel drive vehicles.<br />
built upon a rock spur halfway up <strong>the</strong><br />
side <strong>of</strong> this great natural tower.<br />
The ruin was half-circular in form<br />
and constructed <strong>of</strong> stone masonry, but<br />
any door or window leading into it<br />
was not visible from our point <strong>of</strong> observation.<br />
We also discovered that a<br />
low stone wall, like a parapet, stood<br />
on <strong>the</strong> top <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> promontory. Without<br />
a ladder or rock-climbing equipment<br />
it appeared impossible to reach<br />
ei<strong>the</strong>r ruin without great risk to life<br />
and limb. It was quite obvious that<br />
<strong>the</strong> great rock had served as a watchtower;<br />
and if a guard had been needed,<br />
<strong>the</strong>n it seemed logical that <strong>the</strong>re must<br />
have been habitations above or below<br />
this point.<br />
With anticipation quickening our<br />
footsteps, we pressed on up <strong>the</strong> valley.<br />
We began finding beautifully chipped<br />
chert and agate arrowheads, and fragments<br />
<strong>of</strong> broken pottery were almost<br />
everywhere we looked. Quality and<br />
design <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se potshards indicated<br />
that <strong>the</strong> ware was typical <strong>of</strong> that found<br />
in o<strong>the</strong>r ancient pueblo sites throughout<br />
<strong>the</strong> Colorado plateau region and<br />
south into New Mexico. In addition<br />
to <strong>the</strong> corrugated and plain gray cooking<br />
ware, a great many <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> shards<br />
carried black-on-white and black-ongray<br />
designs, and a few were black-onred.<br />
Our next discovery was a small ruin<br />
in <strong>the</strong> southwest wall <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> valley.<br />
Becky and I spotted it first, and soon<br />
as Bill responded to our shouts, he<br />
and I scrambled up <strong>the</strong> rocky slope to<br />
<strong>the</strong> structure.<br />
Situated in <strong>the</strong> shelter <strong>of</strong> an overhanging<br />
sandstone ledge, <strong>the</strong> ruin included<br />
three rooms — evidently one