Just a short drive east from the Paria River Road on State Route 89 then south through the right break in the gaurdrail and through a gate to the edge of the wash.
You can tell the wash walk isn’t too difficult by Bill’s shoe choice, don’t mind the farmer’s tan, but then we didn’t walk very far to find the Catstair Canyon rock art.
The sunny faces of Daises lined the way with Sasha in the lead sniffing some great scents.
The canyon narrowed and around the first bend Bill informed me he always has difficulty finding this rock art panel and usually goes beyond it then sees it coming back.
By then I’m following him and Sasha up a slope and scree pile adjacent to a sheer cliff of patina sandstone.
When they stop I continue to the top with nothing for my efforts but a butt slide back down. While gracefully negotiating the return I hear what sounds like the opening of an ammo can and wonder just what Bill may have found. Maybe a geocache? Not a total loss on my part seeing the lovely layers of stone. And the cross canyon view which tells me I want to hike here again.
So they found a log in an ammo box seemingly put near the panel for visitors to leave their comments.
And the symbols were at the base of the slope I’d just climbed so we had walked past them.
A mix of pictographs and petroglyphs with pencil embellishment. BLM archeologists dated some of the figures to be 6000 years old