It was my first time visiting Taylor, Arizona and I had a pretty good idea of what to expect up North about three hours from Phoenix. We booked an outstanding AirBnB cabin to spend Christmas up north and fell in love with the place almost instantly. There were chickens in a coup for fresh eggs and a little greenhouse on the grounds for fresh tomatoes. Homemade jam and honey were in the fridge for our use. The owner who lived in the main house was a retired teacher who taught Native American children and his decor reflected the many beautiful hand-woven and intricate pieces of art. It was visually stunning and the fresh made cinnamon buns in the morning were a warm, delicious touch. A sprinkle of snow on Christmas added a nice touch too!
One of the plans of this visit was to go explore the Petrified Forest National Park in northeastern Arizona. I wasn’t really sure what to expect or what petrified wood even meant really but a deep dive down this rabbit hole was pretty interesting.
We payed the $20 per car fee and made our way to the Rainbow Forest Museum, full of paleontology exhibits and trail access points right out the back door. If you see everything they have, it can take you all day or more as the park itself is almost 230 miles total and plenty of walking paths to take to delve deeper.
According to Geology.com, petrified wood is a fossil that forms when plant material is buried by sediment and protected from decay due to oxygen and organisms. Groundwater rich in dissolved solids flows through the sediment, replacing the original plant material with silica, calcite, pyrite, or another inorganic material such as opal or quartz.
South in the park, the Rainbow Forest is full of colorful petrified wood where the museum is located. In the park’s center are the petroglyphs of Newspaper Rock and the ruined village of Puerco Pueblo. To the north, the Painted Desert Inn, a 1930s adobe building, is a museum with Hopi murals. We hit what we could in the limited amount of time we had there and my stomach was a grumbling mess. I assumed it was the high altitude (minimum 5,240 and maximum 6,230) or perhaps the greasy Mexican food the previous night.
One of the many stops along the way, we learned about the curse of the Petrified Forest from people leaving letters of woe and bad luck they had removing rocks (which is illegal). Stealing petrified wood can result in a fine and many return stolen goods after their trail of bad luck haunts them. (Read more about cursed experiences on the Legends of America website). Piles of “conscience” rocks are returned and scattered throughout the park beginning with the Southern entrance. The “Mystery of the Conscience Wood” is displayed inside the Rainbow Forest Museum with more stories of misfortune to warn curious travelers.
When you pull into the park, there is a souvenir store that sells legally gathered rocks from private land and many others around the surrounding towns… even the gas stations sell them. Spare yourself the curse by spending a few dollars and explore on safely… trust me on this one!