“Throw me your favorite geologic picture,” she says. Like it’s that easy! I can’t play favorites – every time I choose one, another one gets tears in its pixels and starts wailing, “Wait, what about me?” And some of them chose to bow out of the Mardi Gras parade, claiming they weren’t colorful enough for such an event. Whatever.
So we’ll do this. We’ll cut to the chase and play a favorite – a favorite place, one of my favorite places in the world. We’ll take a trek through the desert and come upon an oasis.
|Montezuma Well, ambush shot by Cujo|
Down around Camp Verde in Arizona, you’ll come across a picture-perfect karst terrain. The old beds of lake-deposited limestone lay flat, dry and hot under the sun, carved into gullies and hills by wetter times. In some places, sinkholes pit the scenery. They’re lovely examples of the power of water and gravity together to sculpt the scenery.
Camp Verde got its name because a river runs through it, causing a line of green to conga through the hot, scrubby hills. It was enough of a shock that explorers named it the Verde River, because it was very nearly the only green thing they’d seen for absolute miles.
Water’s rare and precious here. You don’t expect deep, placid pools of it just lying about. But drive through the dirt and dust, past lizards and rattlesnakes and blocks of ancient lake floor, and eventually, you’ll find yourself gazing down into a blue-green pond. Long ago, water dissolved a large pocket in the limestone, and gravity collapsed the roof, leaving a hole deep enough to reach a perched groundwater table lying atop old mudstones. Even in these drier times, springs still feed it to the tune of over a million gallons per day.
It’s here that the Spanish name for the ancient Pueblo peoples who lived in this area, Sinagua, becomes something of a misnomer. They most certainly weren’t “without water” in this place. They had an abundance. And they took full advantage, tucking houses and a granary into the cliffs along the sinkhole’s rim, more houses down by the swallet where the waters flow out into Beaver Creek, and building a canal along the base of the cliffs outside the sinkhole.
|The old Sinagua canal|
Walk down the cliffside here, and you’ll find yourself in an unexpected paradise. Water cascades down a desert waterfall, flows along the old canal, and feeds tall sycamores and other trees and plants. It’s shady, cool, and possibly the most peaceful place in Arizona. And just look at all of that gorgeously-exposed geology!
I’ll have far more to say about it, plus a plethora of pictures, when we get to our Arizona geology series. How’s that for a teaser, eh?
Now that you’ve had a nice rest at the water’s edge, on with the parade!