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The Petroglyphs of Stansbury Island

I first heard of the Stansbury Island Petroglyphs after a failed chukar hunt on the Island. I just happened to notice some pictures of them at Applebee’s in Tooele. I then forgot about them. It wasn’t anything that was high on my list of things to go see. That is until I stopped at the Freemont Indian Museum by Richfield on my way to visit with the wonderful folks of Good Shepherd Lutheran Church in Richfield. Something about the petroglyphs there ignited a bug in me. Since then I have been stopping wherever I hear there might be some examples of this art. I find them truly fascinating.
I was reminded of the petroglyphs on Stansbury Island a few weeks ago when I was killing some time with John. We stopped out there to find ooids, a sand formation as peculiar as its name. We stopped to help some people with a flat tire, and they told us they were looking for the Petroglyphs. The treasure hunt was on.
I looked online to find what information I could. All it said was that they were out there. There was no indication of where. It took three attempts to find that information. Laura and I spent one afternoon Jeeping and glassing the hills for any indication of them. John and I spent an afternoon hiking. On our way back we stopped and asked a man who was camping and he knew where they were and gave us directions. We had to comeback to make the attempt though as we were both too tired, and almost late for supper.
We found them yesterday. They are incredible. I do think we only scratched the surface of what is out there. We will be returning again. In all honesty, I do think there should be a museum or something showcasing these cultural treasures. Perhaps I have developed such an affinity from them because they are in my backyard, but I do believe they are incredible specimens of the art.
Getting there is a bit difficult though. Just as well I suppose. You don’t exactly need a truck or Jeep, but it helps as the roads to the “trail head” are not what one considers to be improved. One could make it there in a car though, It just requires driving very slow.
Basically, you take the second exit for Grantsville as you are coming from Salt Lake, the first if you are coming from Wendover for some reason. But rather than heading for Grantsville you go north by northwest over the railroad tracks and take the causeway out to Stansbury Island. As you get on to the Island you will come to a sign explaining all the rules of BLM land etc. It gives no information. The road forks there, take the right fork. The road is horrible. Take the first left that crosses the manmade creek. You want to be on the north side of that creek. Then take another right. Just keep making your way east until your way is blocked by boulders and a gate. Get out and walk.
The gate marks the “trail head”. Duck under it and follow either of the two old roads that make the path, either one will do. The one to the right follows the ditch to the other side of the canyon mouth, where it forks and goes north. In the canyon, you see a sub canyon, so there are three points. You really want to go to the one in the middle. There is the point at the trail head, this one in the middle, and then the one at the other end that reaches down for the creek. When the trail that follows the creek forks you want to follow it north. You will see a cave, start looking at the rocks below the cave. They are covered in Petroglyphs. It is incredible how many there are there. You can take the other way back to your vehicle if you like.
I think this would make a fun family outing for anyone really. The hike is a mile or so, maybe less. The terrain is fairly flat, and it took John and I less than 20 minutes walking to get there. Some have carved initials and dates in the rocks. Don’t do that. You are an idiot if you have to be told. Thankfully, I didn’t see any of that which actually vandalized one of these ancient artifacts. Be mindful of where you step too.
At the far end of the Island there is an interpretive trail that marks all the different levels of Lake Bonneville. That too makes for an interesting family outing.

Trip to Topaz Mountain

Topaz Mountain.
The rockhound, also known as Johny Oohta, loves to go to Topaz Mountain. I am fairly sure this forsaken mountain occupies his day dreams at school. John doesn’t care. It makes no difference to him that it takes two hours to drive to this mountain, if he can spend an hour there he wants to go. He loves it. It might just be his most favorite spot in the whole world.
So when he came for the weekend this last time I packed up the Jeep: Battery Jumper, Water, two strap, food, and gas. The west desert is a place you don’t want to be stranded in. I know. You prepare for a trip out there, because what can go wrong will go wrong if you haven’t planned it.
The easiest way, and you don’t NEED a jeep or four wheel drive to get there this way, though it is still recommended, is to take Highway six to Brushwellman Highway, just north of Delta UT. Go west until you see the sign that says Topaz Mountain this way. You can get there by using back roads through the west Desert, but have a GPS, or something, it is amazing how turned around you can get in the desert, especially at night. Those roads are more fun though, and if you are coming from Tooele, can save a few miles, but not much time.
John likes Topaz Mountain, because he thinks he might get rich. It could happen I suppose. I like it because it is peaceful, and a fun way to spend time with a boy. We do find some nice Topaz from time to time, fragments and whole crystals, with some beautiful color.
Beware though. I have taken to carrying when out there. The first time John and I were there John ran into a Mountain Lion, as he ventured around a rock he scared it. He was by his description no more than 10 feet from it. I tell him he is the luckiest boy alive. When he asks why, I tell him: “First, because you saw a Mountain Lion. And second, because it let you live.” I covet that experience. I have always wanted to see one in the wild, and never have had the opportunity. The lion was long gone by the time John made it back to where I was digging in the rock to tell me. I’ve known people spend their whole lives in the wilderness and not see one. I suspect he took it by surprise, and was very lucky. Perhaps though our dog had something to do with scaring the Lion, as she, Cecilia, was not far off, and tends to keep an eye on the adventurer. The other hazards are snakes. I haven’t seen one out there, but they are there. Another reason John wants to go there. He has an ungodly fascination with snakes, and I do mean, ungodly. Bring water and food too.
Once there, the trick is to climb. When you find a spot, and there is not real good trick in finding one spot over another, hit the rock with a hammer to expose fresh dirt. Start poking in the crevices etc with a screw driver and find the vugs, then dig them out. Repeat the process. The mountain seems full of Topaz. Don’t bother with the clear stuff you see laying around. People say if you expose it to radiation it’s color will return. I find it will blow up a microwave. Someone suggested putting it in the oven, but I don’t know. It is fun though to dig in the hill and find Topaz. There is also Red Beryl out there, worth more than diamonds. But good luck. None of it is easy. It takes time and patience. But it is an easy outing for a family costing not much more than a tank of gas.