So, there I was. Hiking
as fast as I could at 9,642 feet above sea level. This was a spooky, surreal
and spiritual place. This is America’s
Stonehenge, the famous Medicine Wheel, high in the mountains between Lovell and
Sheridan.
And I was
totally alone. The sun was going down.
It was breezy and getting cool. My chest
ached from walking along this lonely ridgeline as fast as my 61-year old legs
could take me.
It was September
2007. I had been trying to drive from
Jackson to Gillette in one day. Along the way, I also was hoping to to visit the Medicine Wheel for the first
time.
Now Yellowstone was a problem. A fire was trying to burn up the east gate of
the park. On this day, at this time, I was able to top the 8,500 pass and drive
down through huge clouds of smoke.
Although I
love the towns of Cody, Powell and Lovell, I dashed through as fast as I
could. Having never driven up the U. S.
14A, this was a treat. Man, is that road steep and spectacular.
I arrived at
the Medicine Wheel as the rangers were pulling out. I swear one of the rangers
told me if I were the last one out, to “turn out the lights.” Of course, there were no lights.
So I started hiking
up the 1.5-mile gravel road in my dress shoes and nice clothes, thinking not
only will this be worth it, but also it should be a snap.
After about 300
yards, the altitude took its toll. I was huffing and puffing and very much
aware that there really was not a lot of air to breath up there above
timberline.
Finally I made
it. It was well worth it. But I did not hang around. No wonder those early native peoples thought
this place was spiritual. You could
almost hear the spirits moaning in the evening breeze among the long late
afternoon shadows.
As I headed
back to my car, the road started to take a toll on me. Lots of heavy breathing and perspiration.
There was no
cell service and the thought crossed my mind that if I had a heart attack up
here, well, I would just have to go to the Happy Hunting Ground with this
perplexed look on face.
I recovered and finally finished as
the sun went down. With my headlights on, I drove the 2-mile gravel road to 14A
and then headed to Burgess Junction and then east for my meeting.
I had not been
back to the Medicine Wheel since, although it has been featured prominently in
two of my three recent coffee table books.
Thus, last week,
I loaded up my wife Nancy and three members of our Texas clan, daughter Amber
Hollins and granddaughters Daylia and Emery, and we re-visited this amazing
location.
It has not
changed much. This time, we got there in mid-afternoon on a hot July day. It was 97 degrees in Lovell but 76 degrees up
top with a cool breeze blowing. This
time, I had on good walking shoes. Another daughter Shelli Johnson had equipped
us with walking poles.
We made the
hike in fine shape, although Nancy was irritated with me when I would not
chatter with her. I was saving my
breath.
The Texas clan
disappeared into the distance on the hike to the Medicine Wheel without
catching a breath. I maintained a stolid
and solid stroll and with Nancy’s constant feedback, thoroughly enjoyed the
amazing views and the wonderful weather.
This time,
there were three female rangers manning the station. Nine years ago, they were all men. They were ambivalent when I asked them to
agree with me that the Medicine Wheel pre-dated the Pyramids in Egypt, right? One
ranger gal said a log found in the center cairn was carbon dated to between 200
and 700 years old. That was not what I wanted to hear.
I had just
dragged my family all the way to the top of the mountain to the prehistoric
“America’s Stonehenge!”
According to
WyoHistory. Org, the site could be 1,500 years old. Now that sounds better.
Prehistoric people inhabited the area up to 7,000 years, which again made my
explanation all the more plausible to my now skeptical relatives.
But the big
news is that this is one of America’s premier mysteries and a place that all
Wyomingites should try to visit during their lifetime.
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