It was a lot of driving again.  After five hours that turned into six the day before, I wasn’t really looking forward to another five behind the wheel in Arizona. 

I’d left reasonably early and was in cruise mode when a varied rocky outcrop caught my photographic eye and bade me pull up.  The fact that it was on private property only made it more attractive.  Yet again I’d stumbled on something you don’t see in the tourist brochures but, after a fortnight in Utah, you learn to expect something of this calibre every day, jumping out and surprising you.  Transpires that it has a name, Square Butte, and what everyone seems to have missed is that, around the tallest spire, there is some dramatic scenery and, just beyond that, on the White Mesa next door, are some extraordinary flukes, towers and canyons – stuff I only found out about later.

Square Butte

Subsequent searches revealed that no-one seems to have made the climb all the way up to capture the drama, just drone images.  Still, what was on show was impressive and certainly not crowded, although I did see a lizard scurry away.  It looked like some Moenkopi brown formation sandwiched between layers of Kaibab sandstone.  Better not to flaunt my little geological knowledge in areas I really am unfamiliar with though.  I’d like to say I hurdled the fence but old age has prevented me doing that so it was another scratchy entrance via some barbed wire.

More Square Butte

As I worked my way through the arroyo on the left hand side, the occasional footprint was visible along with some hoof marks.  Scrubby bits of vegetation were barely surviving in the sandy soil and I tried to carefully watch where I put my feet in order to not crunch any delicate flowers, though they were few in number.  Angles came and went until, after about an hour, I guessed I’d need too much time to explore further so I returned, still not 100% sure of where I was going.

To compound the felony, I’d left my copious research notes behind on the day when the trickiest directions where what I needed.  That’s how I found myself in the Tuba City library, re-doing the research.  Every entry said it was tricky getting to Blue Canyon and lots of dirt road was involved so I weakened and canned the idea, opting for Coal Mine canyon instead.

While grabbing a shake at Maccas, my first visit to such an establishment, I enquired of a local as to where Highway 264 is, this street or the next one along?  “No, never heard of it.  Where do you want to go?”  Coal Mine Canyon I informed him.  “Oh, that’s this road here.  Just follow it.”

“Thank you” was my parting and as I accelerated down the street, I couldn’t help but notice the sign for 264 standing proudly on the footpath.  Something obviously the locals have overlooked.


Just down the road was Moenkopi, a Hopi area with a population of just under a thousand and it sits in a neat fertile basin surrounded by low cliffs.  The irrigated green colour tends to stand out a bit from the surrounds.

Luckily I had the directions to Coal Mine this time, because there is no sign, it’s on private property and you can’t see it from the road.  Between mileposts 363 and 364 you turn off onto someone’s property and aim between a two-storey house and a windmill.  It’s okay, they’re about half a kilometre apart.
I pulled up beside a photogenic ruin and grabbed my gear.  As I stood up, the attraction of Coal Mine became clear.  It was everything I’d hoped for and more.  The reality of it was simply that it was the finest canyon I’d ever seen.

The wonder of Coal Mine

Sure, it’s not as deep as the Grand Canyon, doesn’t have as many hoodoos as Bryce, doesn’t quite have the sheerness of Zion and has no more colour than Cottonwood Canyon Road; but, it has everything; all of those features crammed into one of the earth’s most magnificent compact canyons.  Why it’s not a major attraction I don’t quite understand; perhaps it’s where it is that causes people to miss it.  This would be backed up by the fact that other nearby canyons are rarely visited also.  Perhaps it’s because this is distinctly Indian country, as was the Square Butte earlier.  All along the main routes you see stalls selling jewellery.  I couldn’t help but think if they got a bit entrepreneurial they could make an absolute killing by developing some of the sites.

Coal Mine Canyon

Still, I was more interested in this washed out hole in the ground.  It’s on the edge of the 120 mile wide Painted Desert. The colours were the like of which I’d never seen before in one geological place.  I moved around to parts where you could get out to; couldn’t stop shaking my head at what was there in front of me.  Weird shapes, the layer of coal that used to be mined almost on top, the patterns in the rocks; I didn’t know where to look first.

It has the “wow” factor

After I’d spent over an hour poking in here and there I worked my way further south until I came across the benches that someone has put there.  However, to my despair, I noticed there’s also a rope-supported trail to the bottom just a bit further on.  Physically, I hadn’t enough left in me to go down but, know when you go that it’s an option.  If you want to get to this point first you should drive to the side where the windmill is.

I’ve read another report since on another site that indicates you can drive to two other access points as well, further down the road, but I was unaware of those at the time.  Also, you’ll read that you are on Indian land and, from every bit of information I could glean, it’s Navajo up the top and Hopi down the bottom.  I’d boldly suggest you do just what myself and most people do; just go there.  I tried to contact the Hopi re a trip to Blue Canyon but ran up a dead end, so I gave up after that.

So, if you’re looking for a café and accommodation beside a major attraction, you’ve come to the wrong place.  However, if it’s solitude and a wonderful natural experience that fits the bill, then look no further.

Abandoned cottage before the canyon

Meanwhile, I was heading back to my accommodation via a shorter route which would allow me time to have a quick look at something else.  Vermilion Cliffs were out there somewhere.

Nearing Page I slipped off to the left, heading, as it turned out, towards Marble Canyon and Vermilion Cliffs, crossing beside the historic 1928 Navajo Bridge above the Colorado River, whose 837ft span sits 467ft over the river. 

Vermilion Cliffs

Turning down Lees Ferry Road, soaking up more spectacular scenery, I pulled up beside the pavement where some solid looking huge mushroom shaped rocks caught my eye.  The information board indicated that the huge lumps of Shinarump conglomerate on top actually fell down aeons ago from way above and have rested on the softer Moenkopi sandstone while it wears away. 

Being intimidated

They’re surprisingly intimidating when you pose beneath them.  The largest is imaginatively named “Balanced Rock” and sits right beside one that has already toppled off its perch.  All of this in the foreground of Marble Canyon and a hundred potential hikes; none of which I’d ever be taking.

Part of Marble Canyon

Vermilion Cliffs are inside Marble Canyon and I had no idea where the boundaries lay but it was good to get a sniff of them both before I wound up for the day.  Coming back into Page I made a bee line for Walmart; I’d made an irreversible decision to buy another pair of their sports shoes since they were so comfortable and the laces didn’t come loose.  At around $35 Aus, I could just afford them!

Published by takingyoutoplacesyouveneverbeen

I'm retired, in my 8th decade and I love writing and photography which fits in well with my other love, travel. Having a curious nature has led me to delve into places that boatloads and tour buses don't go to and, even in heavily touristed places, I've been amazed at what's on offer but overlooked by the majority. Hence my title, taking you to places you're never been. I also have a wicked sense of humour. Hope you find some joy in my pages.

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