{"id":1814,"date":"2015-01-11T23:12:00","date_gmt":"2015-01-11T23:12:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2015\/01\/11\/kasha-katuwe-tent-rocks-part-one-the-ascent"},"modified":"2017-09-16T05:34:59","modified_gmt":"2017-09-16T11:34:59","slug":"kasha-katuwe-tent-rocks-part-one-the-ascent","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=1814","title":{"rendered":"Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks (Part One, the ascent)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I pass the small tribal town at the base of Jemez mountains, and stop at the gate to greet the Native American that allows one to enter the National Monument.<\/p>\n

“You are lucky to have arrived so early, as today is our busiest day of the year”.<\/i>
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\n<\/i>It’s exactly 8 am, the day after Thanksgiving, as I step foot onto the trail leading to Kasha-Katuwe, or the White Cliffs, as it would be interpreted by the Pueblo Indians for the White people.<\/p>\n

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The cliff walls narrow as you ascend, the claustrophobic nature as comforting to me as a soft blanket gently draped around your shoulders.<\/p>\n

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The notes of an ancient flute reverberate off Peralta Canyon, the powerful forces of vulcanism and erosion in the towering tent rocks pierce your skin in the early morning.<\/p>\n

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I make my way through the magical granite confines until I reach the summit, where the sun breaks over the horizon for one all powerful view…
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