Journeys in the Back of Beyond: Wait, This is a National Park?

 

Pack up your stuff kids! We're going to a NATIONAL PARK!

Cool! Does it have big mountains?

No.

Oh, does it have deep canyons?

No.

Can we go swimming in a lake or river?

No.

Oh, will rangers give an interesting talk around a campfire?

No, there's no campgrounds.

Does it have trees at least?

Well, yeah, but they're all dead.

What kind of a national park is this???

It is of course the national park dedicated to a bunch of long dead trees, Petrified Forest in Arizona. It was the third day of our recent exploration of the Back of Beyond, the vast geological wonderland of the Colorado Plateau. We had traveled east of Flagstaff to explore the prairies and badlands that make up much of that strange landscape. 

To most folks it's all about the petrified wood. Some might even think it's a one-note kind of place, of some interest maybe, but not worthy of a full exploration. They couldn't be more wrong! The park is a showcase of geology, archaeology, and paleontology. And it has some unique and dramatic scenery to boot.

The wood was discovered first by indigenous people thousands of years ago (evidence indicates a human presence in the region for at least 12,000 years). They made use of the petrified wood as projectile points, knives, scrapers, and even building materials (there is a reconstructed pueblo in the park made almost entirely of the agatized wood).

Petroglyph at Newspaper Rock in Petrified Forest National Park

The European colonists who always get credited for their "discoveries" came along in the 1850s. The military investigated the region first, followed by ranchers and homesteaders. The area became better known as railroads were built through the region, taking advantage of the relatively flat terrain and availability of water along the Puerco River. A hotel stop at Adamana allowed passengers to tour what was then known as Crystal Forest, and walk off with tons of petrified wood samples. Later on a stamp mill was constructed to grind up the wood to be sold as an abrasive. It concerned some people.

Often the creation of a national monument, which can be established by presidential proclamation, is a controversial affair. Such actions were taken by presidents to protect endangered resources and archaeological sites that locals were often profiting from. It's only as tourism follows that proclamation that local folks begin to accept the presence of a monument in their midst. The story seems to be somewhat the opposite in this case, as the Arizona legislature unsuccessfully proposed a Petrified Forest National Park as early as 1895 in response to local concern about the disappearance of vast amounts of petrified wood. The passage of the Antiquities Act in 1906 gave Theodore Roosevelt the power to designate Petrified Forest as the nation's second national monument that same year. Congress waited until 1962 before "upgrading" the monument to national park status (monuments have the same level of protection that national parks do, although funding sometimes lags behind). Subsequent actions in 2004 more than doubled the size of the park to 341 square miles (884 sq km). 

Despite the protective actions, it's estimated that 12 tons of petrified wood disappear from the park every year (the thieves need to read up on the curse of stolen wood). It's ironic that so much is stolen, since it can be purchased legally just outside the park.

Being petrified is not the normal fate of most trees. Most of them decay and are destroyed, but in just the right circumstances petrifaction can happen. The tree has to be isolated from the atmosphere and destructive microorganisms by being buried quickly in fine mud and clay. There needs to be a source of silica (silicon dioxide), and the movement of groundwater. At Petrified Forest, the trees were ripped from distant forests by muddy flashfloods and volcanic mudflows and transported many miles, coming to rest in river floodplains and swamps. Layers of volcanic ash provide the silica and the swamps and rivers provide the groundwater. Over time the silica fills in the cells of the wood, preserving it. Oxides of iron and other metals provide the bright coloration.

But that's not what I'm really here to talk about!

The real value of Petrified Forest National Park lies in the story contained in its multicolored strata, the Chinle formation. It records a tumultuous period in Earth's history, the middle to late Triassic Period from about 225 to 208 million years ago.

When the Chinle formation is exposed to the elements, the mud and clay is easily and quickly eroded, preventing the development of soil and inhibiting plant growth. The resulting barren desert badlands hardly look like the remains of a tropical environment of large rivers and lakes, but that is what it is. And those barren sediments hide a wealth of paleontological remains (that's short for "fossils").

Exposures of the Chinle formation in the northern portion of the park

The Mesozoic Era (252-66 million years) is often called the Age of the Dinosaurs, and of its three periods, the Jurassic is best-known (perhaps because of a certain film series), and the Cretaceous only slightly less-known, since no one ever made a movie called "Cretaceous Park". It did however gain notoriety as the ending curtain-call on the reign of the diverse and occasionally gigantic reptiles, due to a massive asteroid strike in what is today the Gulf of Mexico.

But the Triassic Period gets less attention. There are few if any dinosaurs from the Triassic in children's plastic toy collections, and yet the Triassic is the period in which the dinosaurs appeared on the planet for the first time. Few of them were large, and they didn't dominate their habitat the way their progeny in the Jurassic and Cretaceous did. There were other creatures inhabiting their world, all of whom were survivors of the greatest extinction event ever to strike our planet. And from within their ranks the first mammals emerged.

The Permian-Triassic mass extinction event was the worst devastation ever visited upon life on planet Earth, wiping out as much as 80-90% of existing species. The cause is not precisely known, but a vast outpouring of lava and ash in Siberia is thought to be a main contributor to a sudden change in the climate that caused a spike in temperatures and acidity in the oceans (carbon dioxide rose from 400 to 2,500 ppm, compared to our current historical rise from 280 to 420 ppm). A total break-down in ecosystems followed, both on land and at sea. It took millions of years for the survivors to rebuild any kind of stability (only to be disrupted again at the end of the Triassic).

And this is why Petrified Forest is so important. It gives us a picture of conditions in the middle and late part of the Triassic when some semblance of stability had returned to the world. The Chinle formation, which is exposed over most of the park, has yielded up to 200 species of plants and around 60 species of animals. Nearly a hundred of them were first discovered at Petrified Forest National Park.

The Triassic world looked little like the subsequent Mesozoic era. The Jurassic and Cretaceous periods saw the dominance of terrestrial habitats by hundreds of species of dinosaurs big and small, plant-eaters and meat-eaters alike. Mammals and smaller reptiles scurried in the underbrush while small amphibians continued to thrive in rivers and streams. 

Diorama of animals and plants of the Chinle formation, Petrified Forest National Park

The Triassic was characterized by several animal groups that competed with each other in the aftermath of the great Permian extinction. There were still large predatory amphibians up to 10 feet long, including Metoposaurus. Many years ago, one of my students found an odd specimen in the Chinle (outside the park, for the record). It looked so odd that my guesses ran the gamut from coral to alien, but it wasn't until I saw this exhibit at the park museum that I thought of Metoposaur (see a picture here and here). To be fair, some paleontologists thought of phytosaur scutes as another possibility (see below).

There were some "not-quite-reptiles" called therapsids that were once called "mammal-like reptiles" but they actually represent a distinct group of organisms that shared a common ancestry with the reptiles. They were destined to become the ancestors to the first mammals later in the Triassic. In Permian time, the Therapsids and their related groups dominated terrestrial environments with hundreds of species, but they were decimated during the extinction. A few survived into the Triassic, including the Placerias hesternus, seen below. It was a plant-eater which at up to 11 feet and a ton in weight, was one of the larger creatures of the time.

Placerias hesternus, a dicynodont therapsid, a large plant-eater

The pterodactyls made their first appearance (and no, they aren't dinosaurs either; they had a common ancestor with them). There were in fact some dinosaurs too, but they were mostly small, and most certainly didn't dominate their ecosystem. Some found in the park, like Coelophysis and Chindesaurus, were predators but being 3 to 7 feet long they were hardly the gigantic terrifying creatures of the Jurassic and Cretaceous periods.

Artist: Dr. Jeff Martz, NPS

The creatures that brought terror to the ecosystem were the Archosaurs, the reptilian line that led to the crocodiles, birds and dinosaurs. The sediments of Petrified Forest National Park have yielded up specimens of Postosuchus, which at upwards of 23 feet in length, was gigantic by Triassic standards. It was a formidable predator.

Artist: Dr. Jeff Martz/NPS

Another member of the archosaurs found in the park are the Phytosaurs. They strongly resemble the crocodiles, but are not that closely related. They are instead a marvelous example of convergent evolution, by which different lineages evolve to similar shapes (think sharks and dolphins).

Artist: Dr. Jeff Martz, NPS

Petrified Forest is far more than a collection of petrified wood pieces lying around. It's a very different world and a fascinating place to visit and explore. It's one of the best places in the world to understand the time that gave rise to the mammals, and as such, to us.

Journeys in the Back of Beyond: Simply Driving to the Bottom of the Grand Canyon (!?)

Running a geology field studies course is nothing if not stressful. Right on the heels of the most intense storm I've experienced on one of these trips, it was morning and we were on the road to the next thing. A simple thing really, just driving down to the bottom of the Grand Canyon. But I had no way of knowing it would happen, given the storms of the previous night. Had the storm affected the road into the canyon?

 
The Grand Canyon is one of the great spectacles of the Earth. Millions of people every year stand on the edge of the abyss and peer in, taking in the vivid colors and hidden depths. Tens of thousands venture down some of the few trails that reach into the incredible gorge, and several thousand raft the river. But how many drive the canyon? Did you even know you could?
And no, I'm not talking about visiting the canyon "Thelma and Louise" style...

For more than two hundred river miles, no road crosses the Grand Canyon (plus another hundred miles along the shores of Lake Mead). Navajo Bridge near Lee's Ferry is at one end, and Pat Tilman Bridge near Hoover Dam is at the other. In between in the depths of Grand Canyon there is a single road that reaches the river. It's called Diamond Creek Road, and it starts on Hualapai Nation land at Peach Springs, Arizona. It's a marvelous adventure.

The "diamond" that gives the road its name: Diamond Peak

Without even considering the philosophical objections to building roads through the wilderness world of the Grand Canyon (objections I completely agree with), there are staggering engineering barriers. There are a series of formations, including the Redwall Limestone and the Coconino Sandstone that form sheer cliffs. The locations of trails in the Grand Canyon are controlled almost entirely by the few locations where they can surmount the cliffs of these two layers.

At Diamond Creek, the Hurricane Fault has offset the formations in just such a way that the cliffs can be avoided entirely. For the entire twenty mile length of the road, there is nary a cliff to worry about, as the road follows the bottoms of desert arroyos and washes. The biggest worry is flash floods and mudflows, which can easily shut down the road in July and August during the monsoons (and badly inconvenience river rafters who plan to take out at Diamond Creek). Unfortunately, our storm had all the hallmarks of an intense monsoon storm, and for all we knew, the road would be closed, and the whole endeavor moot. We were running late anyway, and I couldn't know the status of the road until we reached the Peach Springs office of the Game and Fish Service of the Hualapai Nation. We got there, and the sign on the door told me the worst...

All my plans dashed. But what can you do but barge your way into the office and see if the road was really closed? And it turned out that their closure was cautionary, the sign left from earlier in the day when no one had checked the road conditions. The road was okay, and I was given the permit to take our group into the canyon (the form interestingly was a permit to trespass on Hualapai land). It was the only permit given that day, and we would have the Grand Canyon to ourselves! We started down the gravel road, the Colorado River twenty miles away.

One can certainly debate the idea that it's "cheating" to drive to the bottom of the canyon, and there is a certain validity that scenery that hasn't been "earned" by completing a stiff hike might end up being less appreciated. But many people can't handle the very strenuous hiking and many simply don't have the time. Driving down into the canyon is a unique opportunity to study the oldest rocks of the canyon, the ones that are the very hardest to access in any other situation.

Diamond Creek cuts through to the Granite Gorge Metamorphic Suite, which is the oldest group of rocks found in the American Southwest, dating to as early as 1.8 billion years ago. At roadside there are marvelous exposures of schist, gneiss, and pegmatite granite with bright shiny crystals of muscovite mica and quartz.

Outcrops of schist intruded by pink pegmatite granite

A bit farther up the canyon one can see the layers of the Tonto Group, a series of three formations called the Tapeats Sandstone, the Bright Angel Shale, and the Muav Limestone. The three layers formed as the Pacific Ocean transgressed and covered much of the western North American continent in Cambrian time, just over 500 million years ago. The Tapeats Sandstone sits atop the rocks of the Granite Gorge Metamorphic Suite.

The Great Unconformity: the vertically oriented rocks in the lower half of the photo are the ancient metamorphic schist and gneiss. Above the metamorphic rocks are horizontal layers of the Tonto Group.

That last sentence needs a bit more explanation. The boundary between the Tapeats and the Granite Gorge rocks is a profound unconformity representing a gap of more than a billion years. This unconformity is actually called the "Great Unconformity", and is an erosional surface that was witness to not one, but two major mountain-building events. The metamorphic rocks were once the core of a vast mountain range that formed 1.7 billion years ago when the North American continent collided with a set of two exotic terranes, the Yavapai block and the Mazatzal block. Imagine an island the size of California or New Zealand grinding into the edge of a continent along a subduction zone and you will get the picture. This massive mountain range eroded to a flat low-relief surface over the next few hundred million years.

The Great Unconformity up close. Dark brown conglomerate of the Tonto Group rests unconformably atop the ancient metamorphic rocks.

Later on, about a billion years ago, the continent stretched and broke apart, forming a series of fault-block mountain ranges that reached heights similar to the mountains in and around Death Valley National Park today. The rocks of these mountains are exposed in the easternmost part of the Grand Canyon, but they too were eventually eroded down to a low-relief surface as well, although small  ridges a few hundred feet high persisted. Along the lower reaches of Diamond Creek Road, you can lay your hand on a boundary between two rock sequences with a gap of more than a billion years between them. The unconformity can be seen in the photo above where a conglomerate rests on contorted metamorphic rocks in the bit of shadowed ledge. The "Diamond" of Diamond Creek is the uniquely shaped peak on the left side of the photograph. It is actually a sliver of rock caught between two branches of the Hurricane fault system.

Another layer that is prominently exposed along Diamond Creek Road is the Devonian-aged Temple Butte Limestone. Most park visitors never see it because in the eastern section of Grand Canyon National Park the Temple Butte is a discontinuous thin layer that is pretty well invisible from the rim. In western Grand Canyon it is more than 700 feet thick. It formed as a tidal estuary and tidal flats along the edge of the continent about 385 million years ago.

Temple Butte cliffs in Diamond Creek

We reached the end of the road where Diamond Creek flows into the Colorado River, the watercourse responsible for carving the Grand Canyon. It was a moment for the students to cavort in the river for a few minutes, and to wonder at the work the river has done. This spot is where many of those who've rafted the river through the Grand Canyon take out, a usually raucous process, but no one was about on this particular day.

The most "mysterious" aspect of Diamond Creek and Peach Springs Canyon is that the tributary canyons to this creek follow illogical pathways, and are actually older than the Grand Canyon itself! It's an odd problem. Along the upper reaches of Peach Springs Canyon, there are a series of Paleocene to Miocene-aged rocks clinging to the canyon walls. They once filled the canyon, meaning the canyon was carved prior to sixty million years ago, and the rivers that carved it flowed northeast, opposite of the Colorado River today. Apparently the land subsided so that the canyons were filled with sediment, and then they were exhumed when the modern Grand Canyon was carved, most likely within the last four or five million years. There has been more than one Grand Canyon carved through the Colorado Plateau!

Peach Springs Canyon  (red) and the odd channels (blue) that were carved millions of years prior to the Grand Canyon itself (they were buried and exhumed when the modern canyon was carved).

Near the bottom of the road we happened upon a Bighorn Sheep. They were once more common and figured prominently in the Ancestral Pueblo petroglyphs found throughout the region. 

Diamond Creek is a fascinating excursion. It is entirely on Hualapai lands, and they charge a fee of around $17 per person for permission to drive the road. I never mind paying the fee, because the tribe doesn't have many sources of income or all that many jobs on the reservation. The town of Peach Springs where the road starts has a very nice motel and restaurant (and not much else), and if you are a train lover, you'll be able to listen to them all night long. The rails are amongst the busiest you'll ever see. The town is on one of the last remaining stretches of the original Route 66.

Our crew was ready to get to camp, so we drove an hour or so to my brother's cabin where we would spend the next three nights.

Wait a minute. Showers, kitchen, hot tub? You call this roughing it?

Journeys in the Back of Beyond: Starting Off With a Bang

 

The Granite Mountains adjacent to the Mojave National Preserve

Actually it was a great many bangs. I shall explain...

Let's start with some basic statements. It's the Mojave Desert. It's almost summer. It doesn't rain in deserts, sort of by definition. I plan these excursions to avoid the monsoons of the Desert Southwest. And as the host at our first camp told us, "average June rainfall is 0.01 inches". We'll get back to this interesting meteorological situation shortly...

The first day of our trip was a traveling day, somewhere around 400 miles to get us out of the Central Valley and well into the Mojave Desert so we could reach the Grand Canyon the following day. My marvelous and courageous crew consisted of 17 students and several valued and faithful volunteers who have been making these trips possible for many years. We had a wonderfully diverse group, with some in their late teens, and others in their 60s, 70s, and one incredible traveler well into her 80s. 

All adventures devolve quickly into several basic questions: where is the nearest restroom? Where is the next mini-mart/gas station? How far do we have to camp? Sometimes, to my delight, there is a question about some geological feature visible in the distance: Is that a volcano out there? What's that weird white rock? Our expensive walkie-talkies ($9 each on Amazon) kept us in touch.

We made good time, and even had time to stop and have a look at the vast open pit mine at Boron (source of around half of the world's production of borax minerals). We pulled up to camp about 5 pm and started setting up.

The setting was dramatic. We were tucked in a small draw at the base of the Granite Mountains, which by incredible coincidence are composed almost entirely of granite. This granitic rock has the same origin as the famous granite batholiths of the Sierra Nevada, having been intruded into the continental crust as a result of subduction along the coast of western North America. The sinking slab of oceanic crust heated up and portions of it melted to form the granite magma that forced its way upwards through the crust where it eventually cooled. The subsequent history of the rock was different, however. Where the Sierra Nevada rose as a single massive block of crust sloping to the west, the Mojave twisted and deformed into a series of individual mountain ranges of more moderate elevation.

I guess I should have known what was coming. In my trained scientific experience, if there is a storm anywhere in sight, it will find a way to hit us. Despite the summer temperatures, skies were overcast, and there was a lot of energy in the clouds around us and rain was falling on the distant horizon. Camp was set up and we were preparing our dinner for the night when our phones simultaneously chirped, giving us a flash-flood warning. It was no spurious warning, either. Moments later, the sky opened up with the most intense hailstorm/rainstorm we've ever experienced in 40 years of field studies.

In mere moments the ground was covered with more than an inch of hail, some hailstones as large as quarters (the hood of my Subaru has dozens of small dings on it now). Every small gully and watercourse was filled with flowing water, including our entrance road. And the lightning was constant and terrifying (I didn't grow up in the Midwest, so these intense kinds of thunderstorms are new to me).

What had been dry sere desert moments previous was now coated in a covering of ice. There was enough hail left on the ground the next morning to use in my ice chest. It was a stunning storm.

The next morning as we left for Arizona, we realized we were lucky to be able to leave at all. Our access road had transformed into a river overnight, complete with braided stream channels, and some mud puddles remained that we carefully forced our way through.

Rivers had flowed over Kelbaker Road, but thankfully had not washed out the pavement.

Some nearby roads had been washed out and were closed to traffic, but we were able to reach the main highway and continue our journey east.

How did my students fare in such an incredible storm? 

I should backtrack a bit and explain what happened a few weeks earlier. In past trips we've always stayed at Black Canyon Campground in the Mojave National Preserve. It's a nice spot, and even has a shade structure that could have served as shelter from the downpour when it came. But I was poring over the maps and noticed the Sweeney Granite Mountains Desert Research Center. I remembered touring the place several decades ago, so I looked it up and discovered they had a cabin for use by students and researchers on the north slope of the Granite Mountains. On a whim I asked if they could accommodate our crew, and they were able to do so. 

During the worst of the storm, we were lounging in a nice dining/study area in a cabin!

The Granite Mountains Preserve is administered by the UC System, and covers around 9,000 acres of granite mountain slopes covered by pinon-juniper forests (and an uncomfortable amount of jumping cholla). They do research on all aspects of the desert/mountain ecosystems. There are several different kinds of accommodations for researchers, including the Norris Cabin where we stayed (below). It is a wonderful setting for field work in the desert!

And thus the first 24 hours of our two-week trip was done. The crew had been tested against the single worst storm our program had ever experienced and came out ready for more. Our next destination was the bottom of the Grand Canyon!

Journeys in the Back of Beyond: Adventures on the Colorado Plateau

 

Devils Garden in Arches National Park

What is an adventure anymore? 

I ask my students to describe the meaning in one of my offbeat assignments in my geology courses and I get all kinds of answers. Many will describe a experience from our local educational camp in the Sierra Foothills, or an excursion they took to a local river or lake. Many of them have almost never left the city limits, and camping in the Sierra to them is terra incognita, far beyond their experience or expectation. 

I've always known I've had a blessed life in many ways, and what has made it especially rich is the privilege of leading my students on true adventures way out there in America's Back of Beyond, the Colorado Plateau and the Basin and Range country. I've just returned home from one of those journeys.

In Zion National Park

"Back of Beyond" is informally defined by Merriam-Webster as "a place that is very far from other places and people: a remote place". There are literary connections in the writings of Edward Abbey and C.J. Box, and a 1954 documentary from Australia. It is also the name of one of the finest bookstores in Utah. Outside of Alaska, some of the wildest and remote country in the United States is indeed the Colorado Plateau and the Great Basin, and to me it is some of the finest scenery in the world, and its geological story is fascinating. And...the land is endangered.

I'd like you to experience this country, if only through narrative and photography. I hope you will join me over these next few weeks as I describe our experience in a series of blog posts, and perhaps understand why we need to take action to protect the heritage of these fragile lands.

Mesa Arch in Canyonlands National Park

As usual, my ambitions often exceed my time allocation, so forgive me if delays occur in new postings!

The Coming Gigantic Crater in Arizona: The Supreme Court Fast-Tracks Destruction of Sacred Lands

Sometimes issues keep coming up. I hadn't heard of updates of the Oak Flat Controversy in a couple of years, but with the new administration, the issue has arisen again as the Supreme Court fast-tracks a controversial land swap to enable the opening of a massive copper mine (with a surprising dissent by Gorsuch). I have posted the following several times as the debates continued over the years. It was also one of the oddest geological issues I've ever come across. My brother took me to Oak Flat during a visit to the Phoenix area, and it wasn't until later that I found out the insidious actions taking place in Congress to destroy the area (for money, of course). How often do we hear of plans to produce a hole larger than Meteor Crater? This is at the expense of lands sacred to the San Carlos Apache Tribe, the Tonto Apache Tribe, the White Mountain Apache Tribe, the Yavapai-Apache Nation, the Yavapai-Prescott Indian Tribe, the Gila River Indian Community, the Salt River Pima-Maricopa Indian Community, the Hopi Tribe, and the Pueblo of Zuni. Please read on to find out what is being done to this sacred place.

When I see a representative insisting that a law must be followed ("Rep. Gosar is pressuring the Forest Service to enforce its rules that limit camping at Oak Flat to 14 consecutive days") when he helped subvert law to bring this situation about, I feel sick about our political system. In any case, like the title says, Arizona is going to get another Meteor Crater-sized hole, only bigger, and we know where and why it is going to happen...

This is NOT a killer asteroid entering the Earth's atmosphere. It is a sun dog over Oak Flat Campground near Superior, Arizona. Oak Flat is going to become a gigantic crater.

...because it won't be a meteor that causes it. It won't be an atomic bomb test. And it won't be because of aliens like those stupid ones in Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. The giant crater will be entirely the work of human beings, and gravity. And it will destroy a place that is sacred to many, and was given protection by a Republican president 70 years ago.

Meteor Crater, Arizona is probably the most famous impact crater on the planet, and is about three-quarters of a mile across, and about 550 feet deep. The coming crater is expected to be about a mile across, and as much as 1,000 feet deep. How in the world is such a thing going to happen?

The town of Superior, Arizona is like many old mining towns of the west. It's depressed, it's poor, and few inhabitants really have a reason to stay. People made a good living out here at one time, mining and smelting copper from huge open pits nearby. But the mines closed decades ago.

But the copper wasn't all gone. With prices up, there is renewed interest, and Resolution Copper has outlined a huge ore body, one of the largest in the world. But there's a problem.

It's 7,000 feet beneath the surface.

The normal approach, open-pit mining, won't work. It's far too deep. Normal tunnel mining won't cut it either, because although the ore body is huge, it is low-grade, averaging around 1.5% copper, instead of the 5% or so that is required for profitable tunnel mining. So the company proposes to go after the ore using a process called panel caving (a type of block caving). They propose to start underneath the ore body, design a system of collection tunnels, and then fracture the rock above, allowing it to fall into the collection areas where the ore will be removed.

The process will allow the mining of vast amounts of ore, but what they will be doing will amount to removing an entire mountain from beneath the surface. Holes of such size cannot be maintained as open space underground, so the mine will collapse in a supposedly controlled manner. At the end of the mine's usable "life", the crater is expected to be about a mile wide and as much as 1,000 feet deep. Bigger than Meteor Crater.

There are huge social and political issues. Many people are fully supportive because money, but it's never entirely clear who will truly benefit, and who will actually get the jobs, and which political entities will get the tax revenue to support the regional infrastructure. And there is no guarantee that the mining company itself will maintain economic viability for the next sixty years. Such things are hard to predict, and the American West is littered with abandoned and depressed towns that were promised much and ultimately received little.

And then there is the matter of honor and history. Soldiers chose to die here, defending their homeland and families. When all was lost, more than four dozen of them chose to jump off the cliffs rather than be taken by the enemy. It was around 1870, and the deaths occurred only 1,500 feet from the edge of the proposed crater.

If the soldiers were U.S. military, I suspect there would be a cacophony of voices raised in righteous anger about the desecration of hallowed ground, and historical heritage and all that. But no, the warriors were Apache. The copper mining company insists that they respect the Native American heritage, and they make all kinds of public relations noise, but a great many local tribes and nations are deeply opposed to the operation.

I'm okay with weighing the pros and cons of a project like this, assuming that all parties are heard, and their concerns dealt with. But there has to be a willingness to say no, that some places should not be destroyed for the sake of profits over all other factors. I'm disturbed when those with the money are the only ones heard in the discussion and that there is an assumption that it will go forward no matter what. But ultimately politics requires a fair and open vote in Congress. And that's where the problem lies. The project will require a land swap that gives up federal land for "ecologically sensitive" lands elsewhere. And Congress has turned it down a number of times.

So in a bit of bipartisan corruption, the land swap was placed in a piece of legislation, the National Defense Authorization Act (NDAA) that had to be passed in 2014. It was a betrayal of trust on the part of people like Senators John McCain and Jeff Flake (speaking of corruption, Rep.Rick Renzi is in prison over crimes related to the land swap; and Senator Flake was once a lobbyist for Rio Tinto, one of the mine's corporate partners). This is the kind of political shenanigans that tells me that these plans need to be tabled for awhile. This isn't the way things should be done in our society.

How badly do we need this copper, really? And at what true cost? The entire situation has reeked of corruption and graft from day one. It's really strange that the Supreme Court Justice who has supported and enabled so much graft through the years was the one who dissented in this latest injustice. I keep hoping that the politicians will finally do the right thing, but my hope is fading as this situation continues to deteriorate. The current administration is only listening to the highest bidders from corporate America, and is unlikely to take any action. What faith I have is in those who are on the front lines protesting this invasion and rape of sacred land.