Lynn R. Blamires: Another tale from Lost Springs Mesa | Motor Sports

Having written about a water glyph I saw on Lost Springs Mesa, I realized it was only a part of the adventure. Here is the rest of the story.

We had turned south off State Route 59 out of Hurricane at a sign marking the Cedar Pointe housing development and unloaded.

Heading toward Lost Spring Mountain I was getting a little confused. On the maps this place is called a mountain, but I have always heard it referred to as a mesa. The locals call it a mesa so I guess that is what it is.

On the way, we stopped at a pioneer structure in the Caanan gap. It was too small to be a house — more like a root cellar. It had a sod roof so it looked pioneer-like. We spent some time exploring this and other related structures.

As we began to climb the mesa we came to a switchback with a low-lying washed-out bridge. The arroyo was not very deep, but looked a little daunting as it was filled with rocks and logs. We followed my friend Gus in his Jeep as he negotiated the uneven crossing. He told us that on a previous trip, a lady in a RZR took the turn too wide and dropped a wheel into a hole. It took two vehicles with winches to pull her out.

We finished our climb and rode out to the west end of the mesa where we found the water glyph — a sign used by Indians to indicate watering holes. From here we could see Little Creek Mesa to the north. Both mesas have a feature known as “Mexican Skirts.” The sides of the mesas with their layers of red and white look like the bright skirts worn in Mexican dances.

Peering over the edge of the mesa, it was a long way to the valley and the terrain was so rugged even a hiker would not enjoy negotiating it. I could see some debris at the bottom that proved to be a very old car. As rugged as the terrain was, I could see why it was still there.

From the edge of the mesa we traveled back east about 3.7 miles then turned south toward a rock outcropping for a lunch break. We had heated up fixings for sweet pork burritos in two lunch box ovens we had plugged into the power outlets on our machines. So our lunch was much more than ordinary.

We dined below a huge diamond-shaped balanced rock that sat atop the outcropping. It was a beautiful place to take a break.

Back on the trail, we headed east and then south to another side trail. This one took us to the base of a bluff. It featured some rock art but also several intriguing holes that penetrated deep into the rock. While it doesn’t make much sense, it looked like the holes were made by logs that had long ago rotted away. It took a bright light to see all the way to the back of the holes.

The trail took us by the Colorado City airport and to the edge of Corral Canyon. It was difficult to see into the chasm without climbing onto a huge granite outcropping. Once we did, we could see for miles.

Heading back toward the truck, the trail took us into…

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