Legend of the Sleeping Ute

My favorite thing here so far is the story of the Sleeping Ute (pronounced you't). It is one of the mountain ranges that hang around in the distance on Native American land which I see daily. Its almost as if he is constantly watching over me.

The story goes that this mountain is not a mountain but a "great warrior god" who was injured in a battle long ago against the Evil ones. During the battle, the two sides stomped and pressed hard on the land which formed the mountains and canyons. Because of the injury the great warrior god laid down and fell into a deep sleep. His blood turned into water to quench the thirst of his people and for each season he wears new blankets, white in winter, green in spring, gold in autumn. It is said that one day he will arise when his people regain the land once again.



Can you see it? The tallest peak is the warrior's arms crossed over his chest. To the left is his head complete with headdress and on the left side his body slopes down to his feet.