In Sedona? Check Out V Bar V Heritage Site

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Sedona Petroglyphs of V Bar V Heritage Site a Portal Into Ancient Culture

If the magical red rock landscape of central Arizona has long held a fascination for you, then experiencing the rock art of V Bar V heritage site is a must. Visiting the largest known and best-preserved petroglyph site in Verde Valley AZ is one of the best things to do in Sedona if you are a fan of ancient cultures and curious our human condition. While it’s just a half hour outside Sedona, the short trip transported me to another realm, a harbinger of the sensations that V Bar V would inspire.

In a casual conversation, a clerk in a local shop had told me about the Sedona petroglyphs, and I decided to go on the spot. Fifteen minutes into my drive, I swerved off the road, slammed on the brakes and jumped out of the car, sending dust flying up from the desert floor. Squinting in the hard sun, I stood transfixed by the horizon, where a yin-yang performance of earth and sky played out. Against the backdrop of a cornflower-blue sky, and atop the mountain range in the distance, a curving white bank of clouds undulated in a weird rhythm.

In a cosmic game of musical chairs, puffy cumulus clouds wafted along at a steady clip then suddenly paused and dropped into the lap of a valley below. Each gauzy ball of weather nestled briefly in the gap between the purple peaks, with a wispy white arm draped across the shoulder of the summit ahead. Then, synchronized to a divine beat I couldn’t hear, each cloud rose at the same time, gracefully rolling up the pinnacle before it and the cha-cha line again moved on.

I’m not really sure how long I stood on the roadside and watched the atmospheric tumbleweeds blow by; eventually the sound of another car on the lonely highway interrupted my reverie. As it whizzed by, I felt a blush of foolishness, self-conscious at being caught in the act of staring at the sky.

Back at the wheel and down the road, I gave myself a mental high-five for spotting a small sign for the V-Bar-V Heritage Site that I could have easily missed. I veered off the highway in the direction indicated, heading down a rutted road carved by tire tracks into an endless expanse of red dirt, dotted here and there with lonely crooked cacti. Passing a deep river bed etched into the dry, rust-colored earth, I reflected that it was likely to be surging with spring runoff in a couple of months.

the rock art of V Bar V Heritage site in Sedona
In quest of the Sedona petroglyphs: A Verde Valley AZ winter landscape along bumpy road to V-Bar-V Heritage SIte. Photo: Meg Pier

I pulled into a parking lot with a lone car in it. Still not completely sure that I was in the right place, I grabbed my camera bag, slammed the door and looked expectantly around. As if on cue, a couple appeared over the horizon and walked toward me. Yes, they said, this is the V-Bar-V site; they pointed me toward what I had come to see.

I set off through a meadow of tall pale grass, following the trail as it sloped gently downhill and then branched into two, creating an iconic fork in the road. A week earlier I had been issuing instructions to a CEO; today I stood frozen in a field, befuddled by the simple choice of going left or right. In an alien landscape of the Verde Valley, lacking all the familiar indicators that made reflexive my every action at home, I paused to listen, for what I couldn’t say.

the road to the V Bar V Heritage site in Verde Valley AZ
On the trail of the Sedona petroglyphs, the proverbial fork-in-the-road at V-Bar-V Heritage Site. Photo: Meg Pier

With that act of openness, I awakened a long dormant clarity, hearing with great intensity sounds around me that I had been oblivious to moments earlier. Birds called and I was actually able to discern the distinctive cries. I detected the murmur of moving water nearby. I noticed branches lightly clapping together, rustled by the same wind that drove the dancing clouds.

I chose the right fork and soon entered a wooded area, which eventually opened to a small clearing at the base of a massive cliff, shaded by the surrounding trees. Approaching the red wall, a shaft of sunlight penetrated the foliage canopy, and the petroglyphs that I had come to see came alive.

In the Verde Valley AZ, a Site of Ancient Astronomy

Thirteen “panels” were festooned with more than 1,000 drawings made by the Southern Sinagua Indians. The slab of sandstone was crammed with a concentrated mass of symbols—stick figures, turtles, swirls. Unlike other sites that display rock art from numerous peoples, only one style is represented here — known as Beaver Creek and believed to have been rendered between A.D. 1150 and 1400.

One of the panels, on the far left of the rock formation, unmistakably resembled a human profile, complete with a forehead, nose, upper lip and chin. In exactly the spot where an eye would be located, an ancient glyph in the shape of a circular spiral sat. In other places, figures seem to emerge from cracks, as well as dive downward and raise hands upward. It’s believed that some of these elements represent shamanistic practices to encourage rain or enhance fertility.

the petroglyphs of V Bar V Heritage site in Verde Valley AZ
The Sinagua’s incredible petroglyphs at the V Bar V  Heritage site reminded this visitor of her own ‘monkey mind’. Photo: Meg Pier

On one level, I was a kindred spirit to the creators of this primitive but powerful mural; I too often felt my head was filled with a jumble of vivid, feverish and slightly cartoonish characters careening off each other. On another level, even as a devotee of archaeology and anthropology, I wondered how we could ever know what had inspired this artistry, what had moved the mind and heart of a Sinagua man or women to lift their arm to this red wall to forge an expression of themselves.

V-Bar-V’s rock art has been the subject of study by archaeoastronomers, practitioners of an emerging discipline that combines astronomy with cultural anthropology. These scientists seek to interpret the meaning of phenomena in the sky for ancient people and the role of the heavens in their daily life here on earth. Then, as now, knowledge is power and observing atmospheric occurrences enabled these early people to exert some degree of control over their environment, which led to societal changes, like moving from hunting and gathering to farming. Even with cultural shifts that significant, the concept of time and the pace of life for the Sinagua was light years from today’s 24/7, “I need it yesterday” mentality. I imagined there being much more space for deep intuition and insight to dawn.

For 25 years I had run my life on a rigorous schedule driven by ruthless conviction. I believed that if I reasoned long enough, or analyzed hard enough, I could wring out an answer to any dilemma. Every email had become urgent, every call, life or death. Uncertainty was to be avoided at all cost.

One week into my new life, and alone with the musings of the ancient Sinagua here in the Verde Valley AZ, I placed my hand on a depiction of a paw print, the rock face cool to the touch. How magical to not know, but marvel and wonder instead.

“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.”

— Gilda Radner, 1946 – 1989


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