Monday, July 18, 2011
Anyhow--like we always do, we found a neat place to stop that morning. That whole drive is gorgeous and the land in that area belongs to the Navajo and Hopi Indians. We stopped to see the Little Colorado River Gorge --which is operated by the Navajo Indians.
The Little Colorado River originates at Mt. Baldy in Arizona's White Mountains (near Springerville) and travels northward through Joseph City, Winslow and Wupatki National Monument before reaching the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon.
There are HUGE differences in the two canyons. As opposed to the Grand Canyon, this gorge is remarkably narrow. It is so narrow in fact that visitors that approach the edge are astonished at the deep abyss that is below them. The Little Colorado travels through this narrow canyon ---but while we were there, the river was as dry as a bone!!!!
The geology of this Gorge sets it apart from the Grand Canyon also. Whereas the Canyon is a massive sand art painting with layer upon layer of rich, deep hues cutting horizontally across its jagged edges, this Gorge is mostly gray and back limestone layers at the top, with smooth, colorless sandstone at its deeper levels.
The Navajos have lived in unity with the Gorge for the past 1000 years. Their Parks and Recreation Department operated the Little Colorado River Tribal Park alongside the Gorge, and maintains the overlooks which are equipped with picnic tables for travelers.
As you can see from the picture above, George is admiring some of the tables which were set up for the native artisans to sell their wares. We didn't buy anything --but you can find unique pieces of silver and turquoise jewelry, original pottery and hand woven blankets there. The people were friendly and loved talking to us tourists.
Also--during the rainy seasons, the rafters and kayakers love the Little Colorado River --as it makes a rapid 2000 feet descent over about 30 miles to the Grand Canyon (from the Cameron, Arizona area)! They say you can hear the sound of rushing water all around the canyon as the water rushes through there. Wouldn't that be SUPER to see and hear????
We were surprised to see a sheep herder and some sheep crossing the road --as we left this area. Look at that desert... Gorgeous ---but so different from the hills of Tennessee!!!
Again I say: Get off of the main roads and check out some of these gorgeous areas of our country. We really enjoyed our visit here. Hope you enjoyed seeing some of this area.
Today is my eldest son's 48th birthday. Bert was born on July 18, 1963 in Athens, Tennessee. (I'm sure I was a CHILD bride... ha ha )... My parents used to brag about their daughter saying that I got married, had a baby, and graduated from college before I was 21 years old.... That was TRUE!!!!