This Fremont woman used to haunt my nightmares. I don't know why; maybe it was the eerie low-quality audio recording of an actress describing the woman's possible life experience, or maybe it was the chilling cry from the dust of a specific individual from a thousand years ago, incongruously from a world that seemed so foreign, but was only a couple of hours drive away. The audio recording gives her a name, but I can't be sure what that is or how it would be spelled, but in any case, her name in life is no longer known. Her remains were discovered during 1987 construction in Salina, UT, and after they were studied and a forensic reconstruction was created, they were reburied. Coincidentally, she was found in an area where Mormon leader Brigham Young said a Book of Mormon cult had been located, but that's weird, and wasn't actually from there. She was from Five Finger Ridge in modern-day Sevier County. The Fremont People, who inhabited the south-central region of Utah and surrounding areas from approximately 300 A.D. to 1300, were named for the Fremont River of the area, which in turn was named for American explorer John Fremont. #americanindianheritagemonth
In high school I wore number 77 and when my son started playing football he wanted to wear the same number. He came home from practice the day they gave out the numbers and said that his friend got 77 before he could get it. He seemed bummed. I looked at his jersey and seen that he got 78. I told him “Son, I like 78 on you. That’s one greater than 77. Now you gotta be better than me.” He smiled. In this picture I was 17 years old, 6’1” and 320lbs. My son is 15 yrs old, 6’2” and 245lbs. He is already greater than I was and by the time he’s 17 I hope he will be a million times greater than I was. This is my reason for everything and I got to do everything I can to help him be a billion times greater than me. #proudDad#goodmenraisegoodsons#77 <78 #FremontIndians#wilcoxfootball#nikobloodline
The Ancient flutes send shivers along Miss Moenkopi's sandy spine as The Chinle presses himself down against her deep red flesh. Together they are crowned in The Navajo Sandstone and blazing from the suns final yawn.
My heart was tucked up between these layers of sandstone many years ago... or better yet, perhaps my heart was conceived between them. Either way I hope someday my gnawed & chard corn on the cob will make some other shabby lookin kids feel like Indiana Jones findin some precious relic. Just like them Fremont left-behinds make me and my fam feel real cool. #MoenkopiLayer#ChinleLayer#NavajoSandstone#FremontIndians#RodentJawBone#Pottery#Awl#Arrowhead#ChardBone#Corn#Pictographs
#petroglyphs#fremontindians#nativeamerican#indigenousrights#bearsears#nodapl People before the Eurocentric infiltration left signs of their existence on the land over 1000 years ago. Some say it's just graffiti, others say the petroglyphs are records. We may never know but one thing is for certain, spending quiet time in a remote canyon while looking at these images evokes a deep sense of wonder and powerful presence.