This is Part 7 of a 7-part series about Mesa Verde National Park. To read the previous installation, CLICK THIS LINK. To start at the beginning, CLICK THIS LINK. Thanks for reading!
Shiprock
About 27 million years ago, the Four Corners region (where Utah, Colorado, Arizona, and New Mexico converge), was on fire. Over 80 volcanoes were active in what geologists call the Navajo volcanic field. Most of these volcanoes were violent. As their superheated magma rose to the surface of the Earth, it came into contact with groundwater, touching off massive steam explosions, which carved out craters as deep as 3,300 feet.
But most of those craters no longer exist. Erosion and eolian winds, over millions of years have washed and blown away the surrounding soil. And as the soil departed, what remained were giant, excavated sculptures. These were the craggy, rough-scaled necks of the now extinct volcanoes.
The most famous volcano to stick its neck out is located in Northwestern New Mexico. The Navajo Indian tribe has known about it for centuries, but it was discovered by Americans in the 1800s. The Navajo name for the rock is Tse-Bit-a-i, which means “winged rock.” This refers to the legend of a great bird that brought the Navajo people to this region from the north. It’s an apt name, as the rock does seem to resemble a giant wing.
In 1860, an American first named this massive stone, “The Needle,” after its topmost pinnacle. But sometime during the 1870s this name was changed to Shiprock, due to its resemblance to a huge clipper ship. That name has stuck, at least for us palefaces and other non-Navajos.

The tip-top of Shiprock peaks at 7,177 feet above sea level. But this inselberg erupts from a 5,594 foot base, giving it a prominence of 1,583 feet above the high-desert floor. This makes it nearly twice the height of Devil’s Tower (another volcanic neck) in Wyoming. And unlike Devil’s Tower, it’s surrounded by a vast, flat plain. As a result it is very conspicuous from a distance, just like a tall ship on the horizon, while viewed from the shore.

While hiking in Mesa Verde National Park, we could clearly see Shiprock 46 miles away, floating as if on a great sea, through the shimmering desert haze. And while motoring across the Colorado Plateau, near the Colorado/Utah border, we detected the top mast of Shiprock bobbing up over the horizon, 47 miles to the south, like a distant schooner sailing into view. And while cruising over the Four Corners area in an airliner, I’ve descried the distinct shape of Shiprock from 30,000 feet.

Navajos regard Shiprock as sacred, and feel nervous about any human approaching it. Especially non-tribal members. And the idea of climbing it is repugnant to them. But this has not stopped those who have not shared the Navajoan religious view. Mountain climbers took a fancy to Shiprock. During the 1920s and 30s, they assessed it as being a climb of considerable technical difficulty, and a great unsolved problem that was begging to be unriddled.
Members of the Sierra Club finally solved it. A group of more than four became the first to successfully ascend Shiprock, in 1939. But it was a tough climb, and this was the first climb in the United States to use expansion bolts for protection.
In March 1970, three climbers sustained serious injuries while attempting to scale Shiprock. After this, the Navajo Nation took action. They banned any and all rock climbing not only on Shiprock, but anywhere else on their vast reservation. This includes the iconic monoliths, spires, and other famous rock formations found in nearby Monument Valley. They announced that the ban was “absolute, final, and unconditional,” and applied to both Navajo and non-Navajo alike.
Still, rock climbers make their attempts, while trying to evade tribal police. But the Navajos consider all their monuments to be sacred, and strictly enforce this ban.

My brother and sister-in-law went on a vacation to Mesa Verde National Park, with my wife and me. After noticing Shiprock from Park Point Overlook, 46 miles away, we decided we wanted to get a close view of this massif. So we piled into my brother’s motor home and headed south on Highway 491. (At one time this was called Highway 666, but superstitious Christians lobbied to have the number changed.)
We crossed the New Mexico border and made it to a point on our erstwhile apocalyptic highway, where we were just seven miles away from this towering monolith. Here, we turned down Indian Service Route 13, and proceeded several miles, until we reached a dirt road, where we could pull off the pavement. On this spot, our vantage was about 3.5 miles from this geological wonder. We could have driven closer, down the dirt road, but out of respect for the Indians, and not wanting to be run off by tribal police, this was as close as our trembling hearts dared to approach their supernatural volcano.

We humans are fascinated by rocks like this, that jut out of the landscape so abruptly. And I can imagine Indians, hundreds of years ago, navigating across the broad expanse of their desert land, utilizing Shiprock as a navigational landmark. Hell, it can be easily seen from dozens of miles away, so why not navigate by it? I think it’s safe to assume that this was their ancient GPS.
It seems that for the Navajo, Shiprock has served as a guide. It has saved them from wandering too far abroad, into enemy territory. It has beckoned them home from their peregrinations. It has reconnected them with family and friends. And for these reasons, it is no wonder they consider this rock to be so sacred.
This concludes my series about Mesa Verde National Park, and the surrounding Four Corners region. I hope you enjoyed it, and thanks for reading!

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I really enjoyed learning something about an area I’ve never wandered through.
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Thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed the adventure.
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Declaring something “sacred” so that nobody else can enjoy it.
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You can from a distance. They just don’t want you climbing it. Which for me is no problem, as I’m not into rock climbing.
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Just rubs me the wrong way. This is my planet as much as it is anyone else’s. But to say some natural place is only special for one group of people based on religious beliefs bothers me. But it probably like that in many places around the world, like in Hawaii where certain groups are trying to block telescopes on a mountain because it is a sacred mountain.
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I understand. Indian burial grounds might fall into this category also. I’ve never understood why you can’t build on something, just because somebody was buried there, hundreds or thousands of years ago.
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Route 666 to the off-ramp at SR-13, the the Highway to H… Sounds like a more appropriate designation for the eastern Sierra route past the holy billboards and ceremonial tire-dump to the sacred gambling casino. Somehow reassuring that an astute developer hasn’t installed a cable-car to a viewing platform and gift shop on Shiprock’s summit.
Thanks for the articles. Interesting and informative!
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Hmm, I didn’t make that connection between the numbers 666 and 13. That’s kind of eerie. And I agree, I think a cable car would ruin the whole thing.
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I thoroughly enjoyed this well thought out and reseed series, Tippy!
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Thanks.
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I feel guilty for not having commented more! I very much look forward to your blog posts!
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Oh that’s okay. You probably have a busy life. Social media is low on my list of priorities, and I understand why it would be the same for others.
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My life definitely has some time constraints lately that’s for sure but I do love my circle of blogging friends and miss chatting with you all! 💓
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The chatting is fun. That’s the main reason I blog.
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❤ always smile when comment pops up from you.
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What a sweet comment, Carolyn! (I have been reading your stories by the way!) 😃 😊
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You are welcome.🙂 and thanks! Appreciate that reading my stories makes your list of things to do. 🥰
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😁 one of the more enjoyable tasks I look forward too!
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A notch above vacuuming and laundry, right? 😂😂
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At least 500 hundred or more notches! 😆 🤣 😂
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Awww! 😊😊 Now I will be smiling all day. 😄
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Sounds like you had a good time in Colorado, even though you had to see family when you were there.
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They were good family. Not the crazy nuts found on most of the branches of my family tree. And that’s why we had a good time.
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Ah, so you have non-crazy branches of the tree? I don’t keep any relatives within about 150 miles of me.
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That could be a good reason for moving to a distant place like South Texas.
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Maybe they are keeping me at a distance too. Who knows. I don’t talk much with my brothers, I mainly just keep in touch with my mother.
I would like to eventually go farther out west from where I am, but I am not leaving my job anytime soon.
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If you love lots of government, regulation, and taxes, come on out to California.
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I couldn’t imagine not talking much to my sisters. I chat with my one sister every day…annnnd I guess that just confirmed what you have said a time or two before. About how much women talk!I will go be quiet now. :).
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That may be the problem with my family; we’re all men and don’t talk much. Need some women to keep it all connected.
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Yup! Sounds about right. 🙂
So your brother’s aren’t married?
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No, they’re married. But I don’t talk to their wives much
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I think one problem is that they are all middle-aged women, so they do a lot of communicating on Facebook. I have never been on Facebook and will not be joining up.
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I don’t blame you there. FB can drive one crazy!
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As of November 9th my dear SIL will have succesfully cut off the lunatic branch from our family tree! Should be officially divorced if all goes smoothly! We are all doing the dance of joy!! We seriously couldn’t be happier for her and the kids. I wish I could have at leaet one nice thing to say about him but there are no words! Well besides swear words that is!
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Few things can bring joy to a family like a good divorce
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LOL! Sad but true! Me and my SIL are going to go on a trip somewhere, probably in the Spring to celebrate her freedom. He was sooo controlling!
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wonderful conclusion to your series. I don’t know why we felt a need to rename it; the Wing sounded fine. And I have to admit, I cannot make out Shiprock from your airplane window…
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Thanks. I like The Wing, also.
To see Shiprock from a plane, you first have to buy a ticket on an airplane that will fly over the Four Corners region. And make sure you get a window seat, on the side of the plane that will pass nearest to Shiprock. And don’t give up your seat for anybody, unless it’s a parent who wants to sit next to their squalling, snotty-nosed toddler who they booked in the aisle seat next to you.
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well, you’ve managed to talk me out of wanting to fly over Shiprock…
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Wonderful job with the series! I like the photos of Shiprock but I don’t have any desire to climb it. Which is good, now that I might be run off by Indians arrows.
I enjoyed the series but what happened to the love boat that was supposed to appear in the post today?? No steamy romance?
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Thank you. I think it might be a good thing for you to experience Indian arrows. Then you’d know what it’s like for someone to send something flying through the air at you.
And are you blind? This post is entitled “Shiprock.” Didn’t you see the big clipper ship Love Boat sailing through the desert sea?
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Haha! No thanks. I know certain stooges well experienced with something flying through the air at them. Wouldn’t want to take that special privilege away from them.
Oops! I keep calling it Shiprock and no, I must have missed seeing the desert sea and the big ship.
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Most people call it Shiprock. But if you’re ever in the area, you can call it the Love Boat.
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The clipper ships, incidentally, were the fastest sailing ships ever designed and built. Using cleverly rigged sails, multiple versions of which hung above decks, they cut swaths around the world in no time flat. They were superseded by steamers in the 1800s, and later by diesel-powered ships. But if the world ever needs sail again, the concept is always there, and that’s what I like about it.
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Thanks for that interesting information. Perhaps this is where the saying comes from, “moving along at a good clip.”
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Cool! -although I expected your story to end with how you climbed it and were run off by a pack of police.
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No. I’m an old Indian fighter. I only fight old Indians, and the tribal cops are young, strapping men.
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Wah, I crave for more 😫 but I really enjoyed this 🥰💖
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Thanks, Jessica.
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