Ranger Kathryn's Arches

June 20, 2009

Arthropod in the Night

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Dawn at our campsite in Hovenweep.  Nothing scares me at dawn.

Dawn at our campsite in Hovenweep. Nothing scares me at dawn.

Having a Fri-Sat off, my friend Jess and I decided to go on a road trip.  We threw our camping stuff into Olive and headed for a little-known Nat. Monument named Hovenweep, 125 miles south.  A 180-degree rainbow greeted us on the open range, and then turned double: surely an auspicious beginning!  Site 14 afforded us an unobstructed view of the San Juan mountains,  and we couldn’t have been more delighted.  As we set up camp in this most desolate and remote place, the sunset turned purple and orange and the sky was set aflame.  We could hardly breathe, afraid to say anything that would spoil this infinite beauty.

The campground had only two other tenants, on the opposite side of the loop.  The solitude and tranquility were welcomed, most welcomed.  As the sun slid lower, some lovely bats came out and began reducing the excess gnat and mosquito populations.  Except for that quiet fluttering, the world was wrapped in silence.

We hit the sack early, both being tired from our new work schedule and the altitude.  Twenty minutes of chit-chat in the dark tent preceded our drifting off to what we hoped would be peaceful sleep.  Which it was.  For a couple of hours.  [Warning to Livja:  Do Not Read The Rest Of This!]

I sleep lightly, attuned to new sounds and smells and sensations.  In a new tent, in a new campground, in a new ecosystem, I was vividly aware that this was not ‘home.’  Therefore, when I heard a tiny slow soft skritch skritch skritch outside on the tent wall by my head, everything in me strained to figure out its source.  I knew Jess was not fond of creepy-crawlies, so I couldn’t turn on a flashlight.  I needed to just lie there and listen and learn what I could.  Okay, it sounded as if it had lots of feet.  Maybe, oh, about ten.  Okay, it was making its way carefully and slowly and methodically upward along the curve of the tent wall.  Okay, it is definitely OUTSIDE the tent, thank goodness.  Okay, its miniscule skritching sound seems to be from its feet gripping the nylon tent.  Okay, it is nearing the top…

I was doing a good job of keeping my cool when, without warning, a scorpion-ish shape suddenly plunged off the tent peak and hurtled down past my screened window.  I sat up instantly and grabbed my flashlight to see if this was INside or outside.  Naturally, this woke Jess up and freaked her out, but I quickly determined that it was OUTside and we had nothing to fear.  No creature was evident anywhere.  Although… now I had to pee, and the winding path through the loop to the outhouse seemed long and scarier than usual, with Midget Faded Rattlesnakes being nocturnal hunters and all.. we were warned to watch our steps.  So, I proceeded to do two things that aren’t typical for Ranger Kathryn:  (1) exited the door on Jess’s side of tent, not the scorpion-infested door on my side, and (2) DROVE Olive to the bathroom in order to avoid surprising any rattlesnakes.

By 11:28 pm I was back safely in my tent, zipped in snugly, scorpions or no.  There is a surprisingly relaxing sleep once the dangers have been faced and survival seems likely.  By sunrise the next morning, it all seemed silly — so, so silly.  Our fears in the night become easy to manage in the bright light of a new day.  The unknown imagined is bigger than the unknown reality.  And, in the dawn’s early light, I sat at the picnic table and oriented my back (clad in purple sweatshirt) to the rising sun to gather its heat to warm me for the new day’s marvels.


  1. Hungry arthropod
    Seeking nightly desert meal
    Nylon mountain!

    Comment by Dad — June 21, 2009 @ 2:30 am | Reply

  2. THAT made me laugh out loud! But then I started counting syllables… aren’t Haiku (Haikus?) supposed to be 5-7-5? Maybe the exclamation mark in your last line counts as a syllable. Or maybe there’s a variation on a theme of Haiku(s) that allows only 4 syllables at the end. Hmmm.

    Scorpion Haikus
    Really scary in the dark
    Safe, in broad daylight

    Comment by Becky Colestock — June 21, 2009 @ 4:29 am | Reply

  3. Oh, Kathryn, you are such an awesome story-teller! I would have been very freaked out…it was a scorpion, probably?? You are one adventuresome woman!!!!

    Comment by Kathy Lewis — June 21, 2009 @ 7:54 am | Reply

    • Yes, I am 98.2% sure it was a scorpion…

      Comment by kath56ryn — June 21, 2009 @ 9:40 am | Reply

  4. You are telling the very same story that Shelley and I told (and have many times)about Cody, Wyoming…but replace scorpion with feline. Cody ended up eating the rest of our Bugles that night and purring so loudly that she kept us up for most of it. We had had tuna baguettes for dinner and with no teeth brushing, I’m sure our attractively perfumed snouring was enough to bring her to us from about a mile away.

    Nice Haiku, Beck!

    Comment by Lisamathews — June 21, 2009 @ 8:22 am | Reply

  5. Um . . . yeah . . . well, ya see . . . ahhh
    I composed the haiku in . . . ahh . . . Umm . . . YEAH – it was in Japanese and . . ahh . . . um . . . when it was translated, one of the syllables in the last line just got lost somehow . . umm . . . Yeah, I’m sure that was the reason . . . ;-?

    Comment by Dad — June 21, 2009 @ 1:46 pm | Reply

  6. That was close!! I almost thought I needed a new science teacher. (:

    Comment by Mary Holtorf — June 23, 2009 @ 10:53 am | Reply

  7. Since you told me not to, I read it anyways. Now i am definitely not coming to visit.

    Comment by Livja — June 24, 2009 @ 1:45 am | Reply

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