Inspired by an incipient meme.
Columns were things that happened to other people.
That was the impression I got growing up in Arizona, anyway. I thought they were rare and exquisite creatures, too exotic for my lowly home state. I’d see images of things like Devils Tower and Giant’s Causeway in textbooks, and figure that was about it for volcanic columns in the world. I could see things like block-and-ash flows, aa, pahoehoe, and cinder fields, but as far as crisp columns marching through a lava flow, I had no luck at all. To this day, I’m not even sure if there’s anywhere in Arizona where you can see such a thing. They certainly weren’t in evidence in the areas I tromped as a child.
So you can imagine my surprise when I moved up here to the Northwest and discovered columns are pretty much a dime a dozen. Throw a rockhammer at a lava flow, and it probably won’t land too far away from a nice group of columns. I’m still excited when I see them, though.
Ye olde introduction to columns has been a process of gradual revelation. First came basalt. Basalt was another revelation. I’d known in a vague sort of way about things like the Deccan and Siberian Traps and our very own Columbia River Basalts, but for some reason, I hadn’t thought much about the appearance of flood basalts. We had trickle basalts if we had anything, so I was used to basalt flows being small, thin creatures (though, believe me, they don’t seem small and thin when you’re scrambling around the aa at Sunset Crater. My granddad lost his leg to that lava – true story. It can be serious stuff indeed). So early this summer, I stuffed ye olde intrepid companion in the car and went to have a look.
One’s first impression of Washington’s basalt provinces is massive. Followed closely by, “I didn’t know there were so many columns in the entire world!”
|Columns in the Columbia River Basalts, Columbia River, Vantage, WA|
|Lake Lenore Caves, Grand Coulee, WA|
Columns march into the distance on both sides of the coulee, layer upon layer of columns. Columns, columns everywhere, and nary a Greek temple in sight. It’s a bit overwhelming to someone who’d only seen such things in pictures before.
And what will really blow your mind is to realize that all of these tough columns of basalt got ripped, torn, gouged, maimed, and transported by Glacial Lake Missoula’s gargantuan floods. Those caves up there? They were plucked. Water just yanked handfuls of columns right out of the walls.
Consider my mind boggled.
And no school textbook had ever told me about the shenanigans columns get up to.
|Entablature, bent columns, and hanging waterfall, near Banks Lake in Grand Coulee, WA|
All the pictures of columns I’d ever seen were straight, neat polygons that looked like they’d been carved by an overly-ambitious stonemason. Not the stuff in Grand Coulee’s walls, nosir. You had your textbook examples, but you also had bends, curves, and bizarre patterns that mystify me still:
|Weird and wonderful columns, near Banks Lake, Grand Coulee, WA|
And if only I’d had my excellent new camera then, I’d have actual good photos to show ye. Ah, well. You should really go see for yourselves anyway – there’s nothing like being surrounded by massive columns of basalt mile after mile to really pump you full of wonder.
So, okay. I can just about get my head wrapped round this. Take a big, thick sheet of basalt, let it cool; as it cools, it contracts. Cracks form due to the contraction where bits are coolest and continue right down. Geometrically, polygons make sense in this situation, so you end up with sometimes perfect hexagons, sometimes not – columns can be anything from 3-12 sided depending on the needs of the cooling mass. It helps to imagine mud cracks, actually – as mud dries, you’ve probably noticed it forms particular shapes. Imagine those shapes going down for many meters, and you’ve got a pretty good mental model of how columns formed. The entablature’s a region where cooling went a little crazy, but it still makes sense: it’s still just hot stuff cracking as it cools. Simple! Except when you get right down to it, it’s not that simple. If it was, it wouldn’t have taken people a great many years and a lot of scientific headscratching to begin to grasp.
Because, seriously, when you’re first faced with things like this, it’s all too easy to think giants must’ve done it.
The columns form some pretty bizarre shapes. There’s one between Multnomah and Latourell Falls in the Columbia River Gorge that looks like a ginormous mushroom, in fact:
|Mushroom on the scenic route|
|Latourell Falls carves its columns|
So, there we were. I’d just about gotten my head wrapped around the fact that large basaltic lava flows on land could and often did form columns during the cooling process. But no one ever told me that other lava flows could form colonnades, and what really blew my mind was the fact you sometimes get them in welded tuff. We’re talking hot volcanic ash, here. Nothing like a lava flow. ZOMG WTF?!
|Columns in what is very probably the Stevens Ridge Formation, Mount Rainier, WA|
Then, just today, I find out they can be found in places like Shenandoah National Park, where they’re just about the last things I’d expect. Seems they’re not so rare, after all.
In fact, I ran into some on our latest trek, when Lockwood hauled us up Mary’s Peak (see his photos and writeup of the following).
|Columns in road cut on Mary’s Peak, OR|
Here we were in the middle of a bunch of Eocene seafloor basalts, and suddenly, columns. Pillows, I expected. Breccia, natch. But columns? In seafloor basalts? For some reason, I’d come to think of columns as exclusively landlubbers.
Yet, here they were, born at the bottom of the sea, just like Spongebob Squarepants. Amazing.
|Another view of the roadcut|
|Columns on end|
You even get some bonza spheroidal weathering up there that looks for all the world like pillows:
|Not pillows, but erosion.|
Regularity in nature fascinates us. When good Mother Earth comes up with things that look like they were carefully chiseled by human hands (or giants’ hands, for that matter), we sit up and take especial notice. There may come a day when I don’t squee with delight when confronted with yet more columns, but perhaps not. Knowing those little bastards, they’ll have some new surprise in store just when I think I’ve seen all there is to see. What Louis Kahn wrote of architecture can just as easily be applied to geology:
“Consider the momentous event in architecture when the wall parted and the column became.”