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May 27, 2014

Photo Essay: Ancient Petroglyphs Secured Inside a Navy Weapons Testing Station

It's kind of amazing that just driving around the West, you can get pretty close to some pretty top-secret military operations. At Calico Ghost Town, I literally heard bombs going off at neighboring Fort Irwin.

It's unsettling.

Understandably, the U.S. armed forces have selected some sites that were once remote but – given their natural wide open spaces – contained some significant historic, natural, geological, and perhaps even archaeological sites within their boundaries.

Little and Big Petroglyph Canyons of the Coso Rock Art District is one of those significant sites.



Designated a natural historic landmark, the areas within the district were first "discovered" in the 1930s, containing over 20,000 images (at least, those that have been documented to date), carved into the rock formations along a wash.



Most of the Coso Mountain Range lies within the boundaries of the Navy's China Lake Naval Air Weapons Station which assumed management of the area in 1943...



...so, for now, it is remote and protected, available to view only after passing through tight security...



...accompanied by trained and Navy-approved docents (often current and former employees of the base)...



...after a long drive through the station, past all of the armament testing areas which cannot be photographed...



...and the mustangs that roam the open spaces on either side of a long dirt road.



Viewing the petroglyphs requires a relatively short but tiring hike...



...only a couple of miles down a sandy wash, the loose ground giving way with every step.



Because water has (and does) run through here at times, the rocks that must be climbed over are slippery...



...and many of them have been marked by the USGS for help in identifying the various areas of interest within the canyon.



Also known as Renegade Canyon, Little Petroglyph Canyon was landmarked in 1964...



...and because of its remote location protected by the military (which only began allowing photographs within the last year)...



...it has avoided widespread vandalism and destruction that many similar sites have fallen victim to.



It is one of the most spectacular and best-preserved displays of Native American rock art in the country.



Most of the images can be and have been deciphered based on available knowledge of the Native American peoples that inhabited the Coso area before Euro-American ranchers arrived in the 1860s.



Some of the petroglyph symbols are recognizable symbols (mostly of animals and human figures)...



...but as much as archeologists have figured out the what of Little Petroglyph Canyon...



...they are still baffled by the why.



The animals are depicted chasing each other, fighting, and running away, often surrounded by images of tools, spears, and other weapons.



There are also more abstract images, including lots of grids which are thought to possibly bring rain.



Maybe some of it – like the "Skull Rock" – was merely an expression of whimsy or just...art.



Maybe some symbols protected the people who carved them...



...maybe some told stories...



...or gave instructions.



As much as historians don't really know why these images were carved into the rocks...



...especially in such a dense concentration...



...they also disagree as to who made them.



Some evidence suggests that rival tribes' petroglyphs may occupy the same space at the same time...



...or that one Native American population may have followed another.



Some of the carvings are relatively shallow, quick works of art...



...while others are so deep, it must've taken hours – or days – to complete them.



Raging waters have washed away some of the surfaces...



... and exposure to moisture and sun have changed the pallor of many of the rocks.



But there is so much there to behold...



...especially high up on the ridge...



...reachable by few humans...



...and perhaps more frequently by the wild animals depicted in the petroglyphs.



One thing is clear:



...in this desert landscape...



...they were desperate for rain.



We don't know whether their etchings that called out for rain ever really worked for them...



...but these days, even in the spring, the wildflowers are few and far between.



This area – 5000 feet above sea level, with surrounding walls 20 to 40 feet high –



...is only open for public tours in cooler temperatures of the spring and fall.



It would be insufferably hot in the summer.





















The hike through Little Petroglyph Canyon actually does make a couple of drops along dry waterfalls...



...hitting some pools of water – or, rather, "green slime" – along the way...



...but some of the most fascinating evidence of desert survival out there...



...are the holes dug by horses to access seeping groundwater.



Somehow, those mustangs manage to climb down there, dig around with their hooves and/or snouts, get a drink...



...and then get back out.













After climbing down two dry waterfalls...



...we reached an old sheep herder's fence from the area's ranching days...



...which, for me, served as an excellent turnaround point.



Others went farther down the canyon, for a total of a 300 foot drop, but knowing my lack of skill at bouldering and rock-hopping...



...I decided to stay behind with some others, and take my time on the way back.



After all with a slight shift of the sun...



...everything looks totally different.



Areas previously darkened in shade...



...were illuminated just a short while later.



Besides, it was going to take me a little extra time to get back up those dry waterfalls.



I don't know how anybody or anything ever survived out here.



Clearly, not everyone (or everything) made it out alive.



But there are delicate grasses and tiny wildflowers...



...and so many stories told on those rocks that we won't understand for a long time...



...or may never understand...



...but at least we get to see them...



...and find our way amongst them.



Some of the rocks near the entrance to the canyon...



...feature indentations which have been bored into the rock, the resulting debris rubbed onto the bellies of would-be mothers hoping to get pregnant.



Perhaps they are the women in their dresses, depicted on the rocks near the shaman's alcove.



Are these images, then, sacred or descriptive? Instructive or artistic?



And what, then, do photographs of the petroglyphs mean, if anything?



At the very least, they document a lovely day outside, when I caught a glimpse into ancient history, and saw something very few others have ever or will ever see.

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May 26, 2014

Delaying the Inevitable

Sometimes I think that by constantly doing things all of the time – in an attempt to only regret the things I do and not the things I don't do – that I'm not really working towards anything, but merely delaying the inevitable.

I used to go on dates, until I realized I'm probably going to be romantically alone for the rest of my life, regardless of who I try to meet or get to know or give a chance to in the meantime. Once I realized that, I basically gave up on pursuing romance because it just seemed like a distraction – not a means to any end, and not a journey worth exploring in and of itself. I might as well start getting used to being alone now, and finding some way to enjoy it.

People used to tell me I was trying too hard, looking too much, and that once I stopped and relaxed, "it" would happen.

They were wrong.

In the dating world and beyond, once I stop doing, the world around me stops, too. Love doesn't just arrive on its own. It's not looking for me, and it's not going to find me hiding in my deadbolted studio apartment. A job is not going to drop out of the sky.

I've always been good at putting myself "out there," having been a relatively public figure since childhood. I appeared in newspaper articles and TV shows as early as nursery school, and continued to write and make appearances, often in support of some good cause. People have pretty much always known who I am because of some graduation speech given or scholarship won or editorial written or activism embarked upon. But I don't know what I've really done. I don't know if I've actually changed anything.

As a high school freshman, I helped save my favorite (untenured) teacher's job, but just for one year: I was only delaying the inevitable, since he got transferred to another city public school the next year.

As a high school senior, I helped expose racial tensions happening in my school, and participated in an open forum for both sides to air out their grievances in a safe, non-combative environment. It felt groundbreaking and empowering at the time, but then we all graduated a couple months later, and things reportedly got much worse in the following years.

Throughout my childhood, I tried to salvage my relationship with my parents, which was doomed from the start. I tried to reason with my mother, counsel her out of hitting me, teach her how to be supportive and loving to me and my sister. I changed her bandages. I rubbed her shoulders and back, which were ravaged with spasm from her own bouts with fibromyalgia. My tiny hands struggled to show her a love she never earned, until one day, I took control of my own life and, after having been slapped across the face for the umpteenth time, slapped her back. I did not regret it, and I refused to apologize for it, causing my parents to disown me – my father saying, "The daughter I once knew is dead to me" – and eventually ask me to "find somewhere else to sleep."

Even after all that, I still bought them Christmas presents and spent my own money to call them from a college campus pay phone, even from a London phone booth when every message on their answering machine brought my calling card closer to its spending limit.

I kept hoping I could prove myself to them, make them forgive me for the things I never did wrong, but I was destined to fail. My relationship with them was unfixable. Any time, effort and money I spent on them got sucked into a black hole, an endless abyss of dysfunction and abandonment. They should've never had me in the first place, and they knew it. I knew it. They weren't very good at hiding it.

I finally gave up trying, and I haven't heard from them in years. I don't think I ever will again. Our estrangement was inevitable. I don't know what took me so long.

In my adult years, when times get tough (like they are now), I wonder what the ultimate end is really going to be. These days, I scoff at having been voted "Most Likely to Succeed." I'm scrappy, and I find ways to scrape by. I've been in and out of debt. I've worked and not-worked. I've found places to stay for free. I've received minor windfalls to tide me over.

But tide me over...to what?

Sometimes, you've fallen into a hole so deep, you're never going to get out. Humans have amazing survivalist instincts, and under the most extreme duress, they will fight to stay alive, escape from danger, and seek help. Sometimes the help doesn't arrive in time, or isn't enough – their wounds proving fatal, despite their best efforts to save themselves.

You can put a very sick person on life support, but if they can't breathe on their own – if their brain functions are gone – why extend their misery? Let them go gentle into that good night.

The crisis arises when you don't know what's yet to come. Your impending sense of doom could merely be a manifestation of panic, fear, worry, or self-doubt. You fight if you think you can win. You run away if you think you can escape.

What if neither of those apply and you are sure to perish? There is no third option.

Is there?

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Photo Essay: Crashing & Bleeding on the Trails at Sage Ranch (Updated for 2022)

[Last updated 3/30/22 7:36 PM PT—scroll to bottom for more info on the park and future cleanup efforts]

I haven't been hiking very much lately. Between the physical pain in the aftermath of the car accident, and my pre-existing fibromyalgia which has now been exacerbated, I haven't felt like doing much more physically other than swimming.

Besides, my brains are so scrambled by the post-traumatic head syndrome, I don't quite trust my navigational skills yet – at least, not while out there on my own. If I could leave my contact lenses back in NYC and somehow lose my car's first aid kit, who knows where I'd end up out on the trail all alone?

But the outdoors still call to me, so if I can't experience nature in solitude, I figured I'd better join up with a group.

On Saturday, I met up with one of my hiking groups to explore Sage Ranch.



May 21, 2014

EVENT: The World of Stop Motion Animation at Screen Novelties


Photo: Screen Novelties

What if you could actually visit the Island of Misfit Toys?

Sometimes I feel like I'm already living on it.

But as a fan of both Christmas and puppets, I've long admired the work of Rankin/Bass in the Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and other annual holiday TV specials, and have dreamed of actually working in the field myself.


Photo: Screen Novelties

Visiting a stop motion animation studio was a natural next event for me as field agent for Atlas Obscura.

And it turns out, I'm not on an island all by myself. The response to this event announcement was so overwhelming, we sold out of tickets the day they went on sale.



From the official event listing:


OBSCURA SOCIETY LA: THE WHIMSICAL WORLD OF STOP MOTION ANIMATION

Sure, we all love CGI. But there was a time when animation wasn't just about computer graphics on a screen. Animation was real models you could tangibly hold in your hands, bend, and play with. Each piece, figure, and character handmade, painted, and constructed. A human touch in a increasingly computerized world.

Join the Obscura Society LA and field agent Sandi Hemmerlein (me!) as we learn about the classic art of stop motion in a behind the scenes tour of an active stop motion animation production studio, Screen Novelties in Echo Park.

Screen Novelties is known for embracing original techniques from Japanese puppet artists that haven’t changed since the 1960s. Come learn how the art has evolved to employ modern technologies like 3D printing. We’ll also get to see some super secret works-in-progress for upcoming productions, as well as some of their unique past works on display.

We will explore drawers of puppet heads and fabrics, sift through pounds of googly eyes, glitter, and feathers, as well as dozens of types of foam that have been used to make everything from Spongebob Squarepants to Krampus.

Additionally, Screen Novelties also recently restored the original and historic Rankin/Bass puppets of Rudolf and Santa Claus from Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer.

Screen Novelties was formed in 2003 with the goal of bringing the whimsy and dynamism of classic cartoons into the realm of stop motion animation. It is home to a talented circle of freelance animators, sculptors, designers, photographers, and digital artists whose work can be seen on last year’s Oscars telecast (in the sock puppet parody of Flight), and in the end credits of Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs 2. Check out some videos of their work here.

Tickets SOLD OUT! Add to Waitlist HERE

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