When the Snake in the Grass Is a God… The Plumed Serpents of Three Rivers

Peggy demonstrates our normal reaction to snakes hiding in the grass— or just wandering among the rocks, minding their own business.
Panamint Rattlesnake in Death Valley.
What to look out for! (Peggy and I found this fellow in Death Valley.) Note the distinctive viper head. You will see it on several of the snake petroglyphs that follow.

I’m convinced that a deep fear of snakes is programmed into our brains. It’s an instinctual reaction that suggests we vacate the premises— a trait that we share with other members of the animal kingdom. I was playing with my cat Rasputin in Africa once when I rolled a spring from our screen door at him. I thought he would view the spring as a toy and pounce on it. Instead he jumped four feet into the air and ended up six feet away. Liberians view all snakes as poisonous and Rasputin was 100% Liberian when it came to snakes. He had quickly determined that the spring was a snake and leapt into action— literally.

I’ve pulled a Rasputin myself a few times— especially when I am out in the woods and hear the distinctive buzz of a rattlesnake that I can’t see. It’s guaranteed to increase your heart rate. Once I stepped on a log and it started buzzing. I ended up 30 feet down the trail in one prodigious leap. (Slight exaggeration.) Rasputin would have been proud of me. Had a track coach seen me, I would have been entered in the Olympics.

Our Christian heritage in the West added to our instinctual dislike of our slithery brethren. Everyone knows the Biblical tale of how Eve was seduced into sneaking a snack from a snake and ended up being banned from Eden forever along with her significant other, Adam. The snake has had a bad rap ever since. Eve and Adam didn’t come out all that well either, especially Eve. I’ve always thought that God overacted when they broke his commandment that ignorance is bliss. A little knowledge and out came the fig leaf, okay, but was the flaming sword really necessary.

Ancient cultures have had a different perspective on snakes. The fact that they shed their skin annually suggested immortality. Your old body isn’t working quite the way it should? Fine. Get a new one. (This is particularly attractive to newly-turned 77-year olds.) As a result, snakes were considered sacred. If you’ve visited ancient sites in Mexico and Central America, the odds are you are familiar with Quetzalcóatl, the plumed serpent, the Toltec/Aztec/Mayan god of the wind and lots of other things.

Here’s an early representation of Quetzalcoatl blowing up a storm.
And another.

Given his importance to these cultures, it isn’t surprising that Quetzalcoatl made his way north and became part of the mythology of early people living in the Southwest. We found a number of petroglyph serpents crawling over the rocks of Three Rivers. I should point out here that the snakes weren’t just any old snakes. They were rattlesnakes! I’d also like to report that Peggy was quite pleased that we didn’t find any live representatives of the clan among the rocks.

This rattlesnake didn’t let a crack in the rock slow him down. He just slithered right through it. Apparently the guy to the left of the snake’s head is quite excited. As he should be, given the relative size.
We probably don’t want to know what this snake had for lunch. Snakes eat their meals whole. Once, when I was leading a backpack trip, a highway patrolman who was along shot a large timber rattler. While I was irritated that he killed the snake, we slit it open and found a whole ground squirrel inside. We then cut the snake up, cooked it in butter, and ate it. Waste not want not. Right?
This was a particularly large rattler. It reminded me of the one that Peggy and I had found in Death Valley.
And check out this guy! Had I met up with this fellow in real life, I wouldn’t have hung around to photograph it! (Yes, you would have, Peggy says.)
I liked the way this plumed serpent had been outlined.
This snake climbed right up the rock. A dog or coyote seems to be checking it out on the right while a bird, probably a turkey, follows along on the left. But maybe it is a roadrunner looking for a free lunch.
And here, a very long plumed serpent makes its way down a rock and is also checked out.
If one snake crawling down a rock is good, are two better?
In this petroglyph a snake with bright eyes crawls up a rock under a crook, which is another sacred symbol, toward what is probably a shaman. This rock was around 15 feet tall to give you a perspective. I’ll conclude here for the day before I give you snake nightmares…

NEXT POSTS: Not exactly sure what I will focus on, but it will be petroglyphs for another week.

13 thoughts on “When the Snake in the Grass Is a God… The Plumed Serpents of Three Rivers

  1. I married a guy with 3 snakes as pets- nothing big or venomous but still- driving cross country post wedding when “Frank got out of his carrier was EXCITING! Thanks for taking us along on another journey with your great pictures!

    • Ha, I can imagine it getting a little exciting. “Here, sweetie, let me introduce you to my friends…” 🙂 Of course he waited till you said, “I do.” Laughing. Glad to have you along! –Curt

  2. I do agree with you, Curt, it seems as if are programmed with fear of snakes.
    I certainly would pull a face like Peggy or a frozen statue. Haven’t been in proper
    snake country.
    The petroglyphs are fascinating and I find Peggy’s and your photos with comments very fascinating.
    Have you recovered from birthday celebrations yet. 😊

    • Laughing. Rarely am I out of proper snake country, or so it seems. They even hang out around our house. Fun birthday escape. Florence, Or. is a lovely little town on the coast and the weather was superb. Of course I gained a couple of pounds from eating out… But it was fun. Thanks. –Curt

  3. As always, Curt, like the way this is put together – the personal broadening out to the public, as it were – like a snake threading through grass into the clearing. How’s that for a comparison? Amazing how fear can lead to reverence (placation) – thought this deserved a bit of Emily Dickinson, hope you’ll forgive …

    A narrow Fellow in the Grass

    A narrow Fellow in the Grass
    Occasionally rides –
    You may have met him? Did you not
    His notice instant is –

    The Grass divides as with a Comb,
    A spotted Shaft is seen,
    And then it closes at your Feet
    And opens further on –

    He likes a Boggy Acre –
    A Floor too cool for Corn –
    But when a Boy and Barefoot
    I more than once at Noon

    Have passed I thought a Whip Lash
    Unbraiding in the Sun
    When stooping to secure it
    It wrinkled And was gone –

    Several of Nature’s People
    I know, and they know me
    I feel for them a transport
    Of Cordiality

    But never met this Fellow
    Attended or alone
    Without a tighter Breathing
    And Zero at the Bone.

    • Excellent, Dave. Emily captured it well. “A tighter breathing.” For sure. Once I see a rattlesnake, my curiosity overcomes my innate fear. But still, I am cautious. Thanks. –Curt

    • In Liberia it was “keep your machete handy.” 🙂 Funny song, Linda. How do you come up with them. Someone who is afraid of snakes might have a nightmare from the photos, though.
      In Archer City, Texas, they have another warning. Look before you sit down on the toilet. Peggy and I were in the town museum when we spotted a long snake skin, about six feet long, on display. Of course we had to ask. The woman explained that she had gone to sit down on the museums toilet and found a six-foot black snake coiled up there! 🙂 It sounded a bit like a Texas tall tale but it was for real.

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