The natives must learn to accustom themselves to the spectacle of hordes of wealthy, outlandishly dressed strangers invading their land and their homes. Arriving at his trailer in Arches National Monument, where hell live and work for the summer, Abbey notes the surrounding wildlife and accepts the fact that hell be sharing his space with the animals who inhabit the area. Between narrowing walls the river rushes at increasing speed. I needed a drink myself but the water here would make a man sick. He sat down near the truck to rest for a while. Then they came again, louder and as it seemed from all sides, out of the rock itself, surrounding me. Keeping their mounts clear of the quicksand, they each tossed a loop over the cows head, drew the knot firm around her neck, taking in the slack, and dallied each rope to the horns of their respective saddles. To conserve bodily moisture and energy the rodents remain in their burrows during the day. Then the canyon took on the slickrock character smooth, sheer, slippery sandstone carved by erosion into a series of scoops and potholes which got bigger as I descended. I will ask and the people will say to me: Viviano Jacquez? It takes us only a few minutes to roll up our sacks and pile our gear into the vehicle; a light rain sizzling in the fire encourages our movements. As the end of everything swept toward him he struggled with the battered door, got it open and tried to roll out. Supposedly a blissful and sleep-inducing impression on edgy nerves. The cool damp sand felt good to the boy, with the water trickling over his feet and ankles. The explicitly representational often comes side by side with the highly abstract. About ten years ago I took a job as a seasonal park ranger in a place called Arches National Monument near the little town of Moab in southeast Utah. Far better to have stayed at home with the TV and a case of beer. The cactus flowers are all much alike, varying only in color within and among the different species. His fourth book and his first book-length non-fiction work, it follows three fictional books: Jonathan Troy (1954), The Brave Cowboy (1956), and Fire on the Mountain (1962). A bush growing out of the hard sun-baked mud. Ralph awakes, stirred to life by the aroma of food, takes a bath in the river, combs and pomades his hair, his long black evil sheepherders beard. (Sunset and moonrise, moaning winds and stillness, cloud transformations, the metamorphosis of sunlight, yellowing leaf and the indolent, soaring vulture), Who am I to pity the degradation and misery of my fellow citizens? A few still rumble in and ramble around in their sand-pitted dust-choked iron dinosaurs but the great majority, answering a mystical summons, have returned to the smoky jungles and swamps of what we call, in wistful hope, American civilization. We begin the search by dividing as evenly as we can the area to be investigated. Ive already jacked it up on blocks in a friends backyard, drained the radiator and engine block and covered the hood with a tarp to keep out the rain and dust. Along the foot of those cliffs, maybe thirty miles off, invisible from where I stand, runs U.S. 650, a major east-west artery of commerce, traffic and rubbish, and the main line of the Denver-Rio Grande Railroad. The sun peers through as it goes down. When the sun burst out above the canyon rim, flaring like a white scream, and its hot breath burned my neck, I knew what he was thinking about. Once there was a man named Turnbow who lived in the grimy wastelands of an eastern city which we will not mention here the name, though familiar to all the world, is not important. Our sleeping bags are up on the rim in the Land Rover and we have nothing to eat but nuts and raisins. He looked down for a moment. Their bedrolls, their backpacks, their tents, their food and cooking kits will be trucked in for them, free of charge, to the campground of their choice in the Valley, by the Park Service. Too much money, I suggested theyll never go for it back in Washington. This canyon too has tumbled boulders into the river, forming one more stretch of rough water. There is a corresponding excitement in the sky: the storm that has seemed potential for days is gathering above in definite form wild gray scuds of vapor, anvil-headed cumuli-nimbi, rumbles of thunder coming closer. Creating notes and highlights requires a free LitCharts account. [6] Cliffrose and Bayonets and Serpents of Paradise focus on Abbey's descriptions of the fauna and flora of the Arches area, respectively, and his observations of the already deteriorating balance of biodiversity in the desert due to the pressures of human settlement in the region. After a week of close association I turn him loose on the warm sandstone at my doorstep and leave for a patrol of the park. But Viviano like a sun-crazed madman rode savagely into the cattle, screaming and whistling, lashing at the cows with a length of rope. A fresh golden light breaks through and now in the east, over the turrets and domes, stands the rainbow sign, a double rainbow with one foot in the canyon of the Colorado and the other far north in Salt Wash. I took a quick drink cool and sweet and rode on through the blessed shade of the canyon walls; the sun had finally dropped below the rim. After a splendid night clouds like clipperships racing across the starry sky, moon floating along the brink of the crag above us, wind in the tamarisk we make a quick breakfast and I return to the exploration of the hidden passage, taking the canteens with me to fill with fresh water. I listen for signals from the sun but that distant music is too high and pure for the human ear. Because theres something about the desert. Plans for new roads can be discarded and in their place a program of trail-building begun, badly needed in some of the parks and in many of the national monuments. This is the most beautiful place on earth. We dont have much time left before sundown. But they are not adequate for the task. The prospectors or miners had no doubt established their camp near the river so theyd have a reliable water supply. Yielding, the agony passed out of him and beyond and all became quiet again, marvelously still. [19] However, he also sees the desert as "a-tonal, cruel, clear, inhuman, neither romantic nor classical, motionless and emotionless, at one and the same time another paradox both agonized and deeply still. As we went on I looked back and saw the holes the cow had made fill up and brim over with water, like suppurating sores. We haven't found any reviews in the usual places. I agonized over the girls I had known and over those I hoped were yet to come. With each visit to the home camp she seemed a little more irritable, more disinclined to intimacy, somehow more distant. Often far from any spring, these temporary pools attract doves, ravens and other birds, and deer and coyotes; you, too, if you know where to look or find one by luck, can slake your thirst and fill your water gourd. I reach the end of the road and walk the deserted trail to Landscape Arch and Double-O Arch, picking up a few candy wrappers left from the weekend, straightening a trail sign which somebody had tried to remove, noting another girdled and bleeding pinyon pine, obliterating from a sandstone wall the pathetic scratchings of some imbeciles who had attempted to write their names across the face of the Mesozoic. (including. He said that he would look after them in Husks absence and furnish them transportation into town when needed. The massive forms jostle and grate, ions collide, and the sound of thunder is heard over the sun-drenched land. I noticed something I thought a little odd. For a few minutes the voodoo monuments burn with a golden light, then fade to rose and blue and violet as the sun winks out and drops. And the basic rocks basalt, granite, gneiss, limestone, sandstone, marble, slate, gabbro, shale. I lie on my belly on the edge of the dune, back to the wind, and study the world of the flowers from ground level, as a snake might see it. Deliberately, I was sure. He would be taught that the danger of attack was always present, that in any hour of the day or night, from up or down the canyon or over the rim, the Enemy might appear cruel, devious, hungry, terrible perhaps in the shape of those red-horned, hollow-eyed, wide-shouldered monsters painted on the walls of Sego Canyon north of Moab. Time for breakfast. There they wait, day after day, week after week, in patient spadefoot torpor, perhaps listening we can imagine for the sound of raindrops pattering at last on the earthen crust above their heads. Teach your students to analyze literature like LitCharts does. All afternoon we glide onward, running a few slight rapids (slight compared to those of Cataract Canyon and Grand Canyon), smoking our tobacco, drinking the river, talking of anything and everything which comes to our heads, enjoying the delirium of bliss. The road, narrow and rocky, twisted sharply left and right, dipped in and out of tight ravines, climbing by degrees toward a summit which I would see only in the light of the coming day. For I was looking straight down an overhanging cliff to a rubble pile of broken rocks eighty feet below. (Although I have been told by some rockhounds that they can make a better living peddling gemstones and curious rocks than they could mining gold.) As Spoonhead told me afterwards, grinning around broken teeth, its not every day you get a chance to wallop a Hualapai. Have failed. 3. The red cliffs rippled behind the veil of heat, radiant as hot iron. I asked him. THIS IS YOUR NATIONAL PARK, ESTABLISHED FOR THE PLEASURE OF YOU AND ALL PEOPLE EVERYWHERE. The shade grows darker, the silence deeper; gracing the air is the subtle fragrance of sun-warmed, oozing resin. Politically unpalatable? In addition to their pioneering migrations, full of unusual heroism and examples of fortitude (e.g., Brigham Young and his seventeen wives), the Mormons deserve respect for settling the most rugged, difficult as well as spectacular, terrain in the West. [1] It is written as a series of vignettes about Abbey's experiences in the Colorado Plateau region of the desert Southwestern United States, ranging from vivid descriptions of the fauna, flora, geology, and human inhabitants of the area, to firsthand accounts of wilderness exploration and river running, to a polemic against development and excessive tourism in the national parks, to stories of the author's work with a search and rescue team to pull a human corpse out of the desert. If further descent turns out to be impossible, then whoever goes down the rope first is going to be in a tough situation. Around us the Green River Desert rolls away to the north, south and east, an absolutely treeless plain, not even a juniper in sight, nothing but sand, blackbrush, prickly pear, a few sunflowers. Our mounts had raised their heads from the water and shifting restlessly under our weight, they seemed anxious to move on. I take off but before Im out of earshot I hear a curious thumping noise. A few pale stars shone through the moonlight. If a mans imagination were not so weak, so easily tired, if his capacity for wonder not so limited, he would abandon forever such fantasies of the supernal. In mountainous areas it may be desirable to build emergency shelters along the trails and bike roads; in desert regions a water supply might have to be provided at certain points wells drilled and handpumps installed if feasible. I was sharing a bunkhouse room with Viviano one night when I heard the shuffling of feet, the sound of a mumbling voice. When Husk was nearly close enough to reach the toes of his boots Mr. Graham shot him again, this time in the head and with the rifle. Somewhat apart from one another, separated by roughly equal distances, facing outward from the water, they clank and croak all through the night with tireless perseverance. A warning? Print Word PDF This section contains 489 words (approx. We see a few baldface cows, pass a corral and windmill, meet a rancher coming out in his pickup truck. Floyd lends me a park ranger shirt which he says he doesnt need anymore and which I am to wear in lieu of a uniform, so as to give me an official sort of aspect when meeting the tourists. If you make it head north six miles past Elaterite Butte to Big Water Spring should be water there, though this time of year you cant always be certain. Grateful for our departure? I rebuild the fire and drape my sleeping bag above it on a willow bough, smoking it good and proper. Better yet dont get on.. Perhaps if I waited long enough hed be forced to come back to the tree. [36] He continues by saying that man is rightly obsessed with Mother Nature. (Because of erosion.) Not far below are what look and sound like the most ferocious of rapids, far worse than those wed encountered on the first day. And this Moon-Eye lives up there all by himself?, Thats right. Cousin buzzard, keep an eye peeled for trouble. Close to the river now, down in the true desert again, the heat begins to come through; we peel off our shirts before going on. If hed meant anything to us maybe we could mourn. Easily but is it, in this case, entirely false? Mr. Graham advised Husk that it might be wiser in the long run to return to Flat Rock and redeem his farm rather than risk his (no doubt limited) assets in what would probably be a fruitless search for a fools treasure. They began to move. The original text plus a side-by-side modern translation of. Mozart? Waterman follows with the vehicle in first gear, low range and four-wheel drive, creeping and lurching downward from rock to rock, in and out of the gutters, at a speed too slow to register on the speedometer. Among these rocks, in chutes, whirlpools and great waves, with rushing breakers and foam, the water finds its way, still tumbling down. Fifty years from now my inscription will still be there, enlarged to twice its present size by the growth of the tree. Ralph is sleeping when I stumble into camp but wakes up easily to show me the mess of catfish he has caught, cleaned and saved for me, wrapped in wet leaves, still cool and fresh. PDF downloads of all 1715 LitCharts literature guides, and of every new one we publish. He knows where the bottom is. As the men traverse a nearly unpassable rock path in their jeep, Waterman confides in Abbey that hes considering a permanent retreat here, in order to escape the military draft. What could I say? About once a week I put on my pants and walked up to the Indian village to buy bacon, canned beans and Argentine beef in the little store. Anyway, theres no turning back now. I wonder where we are. Then you see curtains of blue rain dangling out of reach in the sky while the living things wither below for want of water. True, there are no women here (a blessing in disguise? (Again, everything is subject to change.). Nothing but the silence, the stark suspension of all sound. What have we lost? Worst of all he skimps on food. Great though it is, however, the power of the tourist business would not in itself be sufficient to shape Park Service policy. What are the Arches? High on the lap of Tukuhnikivats the King, wrapped in the sack in my home away from home, I close my eyes and go to sleep. He wasnt listening to me. But at once another disturbing thought comes to mind: if we dont name them somebody else surely will. On each side rose the canyon walls, roughly perpendicular. After further exploring we find a good spot for a rappel, with a pinyon pine to serve as belay. Impossible to go on but a fixed rope dangles there, hanging from some belaying point out of sight above. The splash of fish breaking the surface. When he is finished I take it, blow out the sand, and also drink. In the silence I heard quite clearly the buzzing of individual flies down by the creek, the shake and whisper of the dry cottonwood leaves, the bright tinkling song of a canyon wren. Making sure its a gopher snake and not something less useful, I open the neck of the sack and with a great deal of coaxing and prodding get the snake into it. They were a survey crew, laying out a new road into the Arches. The canyon country is revealed from this magnificent height as on a map and I can imagine, if not read, the names on the land. In sailing the ocean we reach the other shore and find, as we should have expected, everything much the same on either side. And in what other way is it possible for those not saints? Onto the river and through the whirlpools, we glide without mishap into quiet water. I picked up a club, went on, stooping under the tangle. A smell of ozone. What little I can see of the sky between the high and almost interlocking walls of the canyon looks cloudy, promising rain. Round and round, through the endless labyrinth of thought the maze. But youre not clever, youre stupid, I reminded myself: stick to the plan. There was a bush. Okay?. We are not far from Grandview Point and the view from near the juniper is equally spectacular. As Abbey begins his ranger duties, he makes his rounds to various landmarks, awestruck by the enormous rock arches and lamenting how carelessly humanity tends to treats the environment. God provides. And risky. It was, of course, only the usual Mormon 3.2 for which may God forgive them but never had beer tasted better, or been drunk by more deserving men. The gopher snake and I get along nicely. An armada assembles and advances, floating on a plane of air that makes it appear, from below, as a fleet of ships must look to the fish in the sea. Irrigation systems were then built with the cooperative labor of all, the irrigable land divided fairly among the member families, and the back country canyon and mesa left open to all who might wish to engage in cattle raising, as well as farming. You hear me, Moon-Eye? As I brush away sticks and stones on the ground, making a place for my sleeping bag, I see a scorpion scuttle off, tail up and stinger ready. Detailed explanations, analysis, and citation info for every important quote on LitCharts. Well, let it be. Our, "Sooo much more helpful thanSparkNotes. With good reason; they had much to be fearful of, the swine. The pictures (to substitute one term for the petroglyph-pictograph combination) are found on flat surfaces along the canyon walls, often at heights now inaccessible to a man on foot. What little water he may need can also be extracted from the flesh of his prey. Ive left my canteen behind at the boats; Hole in the Rock, clearly visible from the river, doesnt seem far away. He lacks the drive to get ahead of his fellows or to figure out ways and means of profiting from other peoples labor. (The claims lay far away beyond the rivers, more than a hundred miles by road, including some fifty miles of jeep trail and the last ten miles where there was no road or trail at all.) The lawyer said that he had been authorized by an interested party to negotiate with Mrs. Husk the purchase of her share in these properties. Mr. Graham watched for a few moments then backed off quietly, returned to the trailer and waited there. Teamwork, thats what made America what it is today. And why not? Moon-Eye was still around. The trails are well marked, easy to follow; youd have to make an effort to get lost. To meet God or Medusa face to face, even if it means risking everything human in myself. I am a desert rat. The door of the cabin, unlatched, creaked slowly open, although there was no perceptible movement of the air. I stepped forward again, pushing under the branches. Goddamnit, Floyd, you got big feet., I wonder if the old fart would walk part way if we let him out of that bag?, He wont even say thank you for the ride., Well I hope this learned him a lesson, goddamn him. His nineteen ribs jutted out like the rack of a skeleton and his neck, like a camels, seemed far too gaunt and long to carry that oversize head off the ground. But duty calls. Will Tuesday never come? Desert Solitaire: An Uncommonly Beautiful Love Letter to Solitude and the Spiritual Rewards of Getting Lost "Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place, the one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary." . He brought with him his young and pleasant-looking (if somewhat thin and anxious) second wife, his eleven-year-old son Billy-Joe, and two little girls younger than the boy. The rains will come, the potholes shall be filled. We were exploring a deep dungeonlike defile off Glen Canyon one time (before the dam). As predicted, the snowfall has disappeared by this time and all watercourses in the park are dry except for the one spring-fed perennial stream known as Salt Creek, a glassy flow inches deep that trickles over shoals of quicksand and between mud flats covered with white crusts of alkali. In the case of the Navajo the effects of uncontrolled population growth are vividly apparent. Lying on my back on the smooth sandstone beside the pool I notice a fingerlike ridge that juts into the canyon from the base of the main wall under the plateau above. Even if the reservation could attract and sustain large-scale industry heavy or light, which it cannot, what have the Navajos to gain by becoming factory hands, lab technicians and office clerks? Edward Abbey worked for sixteen years as a ranger with the National Park Service and National Forest Service, and is the author of, Reviews aren't verified, but Google checks for and removes fake content when it's identified, Biography & Autobiography / Adventurers & Explorers. Here are the buttercups, alpine or subalpine, with their hairy sepals, divided leaves, shiny yellow petals: hold one close to your nose, the old wives say, and if your nose reflects the yellow you are a butter-lover. asks Waterman; why not let them alone? Chapter 5 Polemic: Industrial Tourism and the National Parks, Chapter 10 The Heat of Noon: Rock and Tree and Cloud, Chapter 14 The Dead Man at Grandview Point, Chapter 15 Tukuhnikivats, the Island in the Desert, Chapter 17 Terra Incognita: Into the Maze. The lambs, accustomed by tradition to their role, do not complain; and the sheepmen, who run their hooved locusts on the public lands and are heavily subsidized, most of them as hog-rich as they are pigheaded, can easily afford these trifling losses. I try to wake up Waterman: snow, I tell him, its going to snow. I cannot resist the impulse to shove my walking stick into the bowels of their hive and rowel things up. The waning moon rises in the east, lagging far behind the vanished sun. Through naming comes knowing; we grasp an object, mentally, by giving it a name hension, prehension, apprehension. It will be objected that a constantly increasing population makes resistance and conservation a hopeless battle. Having indulged myself in a number of harsh judgments upon the Park Service, the tourist industry, and the motoring public, I now feel entitled to make some constructive, practical, sensible proposals for the salvation of both parks and people. But if he stops, funny things begin to happen. Letting them go in peace, without debate, I fixed myself another drink, returned to the table in the backyard and sat down to await the rising of the moon. Billy-Joes new straw cowboy hat took off from his head, whirled toward the brink of the mesa and sailed off into space. Here I get out and tow the boats farther through the still backwaters, wading on till we come to the place where a broad shallow stream of clear water enters and merges with the dead water of the flood. Over the long haul, say twenty or thirty miles, its a known fact that a healthy man can outrun a horse., But my God, in this heat, Moon-Eye, do you think we should? He lived now a dream. Yes, July. My students love how organized the handouts are and enjoy tracking the themes as a class., Requesting a new guide requires a free LitCharts account. The Baptist Church was only five miles away in the heart of downtown Moab behind T. C. Traceys gas station but once his family had been established in their new home Husk a somewhat indifferent Christian went straight to the Club 66, where the smoke-dense air crackled with radioactivity and the smell of honest miners sweat. The shadow of the canyon wall advanced across the canyon floor, included the horse, touched the rocks and brush on the far side. And nearly all did, (This formed the open range until the advent of large-scale fencing and the Taylor Grazing Act closed it off to all but an established few.) I know exactly where I want to camp tonight and will keep driving till I get there. In the government truck I make a final tour of the park. In low gear at full throttle I gun the truck across the wash, anxious not to get bogged down, and roar up over the rocks and ruts on the far side. I did nothing. Money saved by. It is not going to snow after all. The descent begins. I dont know what kind of bird it is, if it is a bird, but the song goes like this, repeated over and over. False dawn? The herd is for ungulates, not for men and women and their children. Alone in the silence, I understand for a moment the dread which many feel in the presence of primeval desert, the unconscious fear which compels them to tame, alter or destroy what they cannot understand, to reduce the wild and prehuman to human dimensions. The desert waits outside, desolate and still and strange, unfamiliar and often grotesque in its forms and colors, inhabited by rare, furtive creatures of incredible hardiness and cunning, sparingly colonized by weird mutants from the plant kingdom, most of them as spiny, thorny, stunted and twisted as they are tenacious. There was nothing wrong with the Indians. When they stopped we yelled and whistled at them, beat their gaunt hipbones with our bridle reins, kicked them in the ribs. He did not, he explained, wish to see any friend of his get into something over his head. Only the branches of the juniper tree separated us. I empty the garbage cans, read the discarded newspapers, sweep out the outhouses and disengage the Kleenex from the clutches of cliffrose and cactus. Phrase Searching These hard-drinking fellows whom I wish to praise are trying to get drunk on three-point-two! Five hundred thousand? Tap here to review the details. The yucca is bizarre not only in appearance but in its mode of reproduction. A terrifying caterwauling it was, multiplied and amplified by echoes piled on echoes, overlapping and reinforcing one another. Damn his eyes. However, before being forced to take that step I am lucky enough to capture a gopher snake. For godsake let them go in peace, I tell myself. Some of the cows bunched up in the shade under an overhang in the canyon wall. The depth to which he finally sinks depends upon the depth and the fluidity of the quicksand, upon the nature of his efforts to extricate himself, and upon the ratio of body weight to volume of quicksand. Why such allure in the very word? This reservoir of stagnant water will not irrigate a single square foot of land or supply water for a single village; its only justification is the generation of cash through electricity for the indirect subsidy of various real estate speculators, cottongrowers and sugarbeet magnates in Arizona, Utah and Colorado; also, of course, to keep the engineers and managers of the Reclamation Bureau off the streets and out of trouble. Whose founding father Joseph Smith claimed to have carried about under his arms solid gold tablets which, if they were the size he said they were (no one else ever saw them), would have weighed about half a ton? Let it be determined by the communitys mode of travel: if by foot, four miles; if by horseback, eight miles; if by motorcar, twenty-four miles; if by airplane, ninety-six miles. Desert Solitaire is Edward Abbey's 1968 memoir of his six months serving as a park ranger in Utah's Arches National Park in the late 1950s. Now we know: they think about their blood pressure, their bladders, their aortas, their lower intestines, ice on the doorstep, too much sun at noon. I hesitated; to get any closer Id have to push through the branches or stoop underneath them. The water is sterile, lifeless. Get out of that piece of iron and stretch your varicose veins, take off your brassiere and get some hot sun on your old wrinkled dugs! The horse Moon-Eye seemed safe and well-behaved but his actual feelings were revealed one day on a sightseeing tour through the Arches when all his angers came to a boil and he bucked off a middle-aged lady from Salt Lake City. Desert Solitaire Summary. 6. 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