Since Cortez,
and then the 26-year-old Francisco Vasquez de Coronado’s exploration of the
Canyon in the 1540s, the Spanish looked for the fabled seven cities of Cibola
in search of gold but found nothing. Subsequent attempts to go down in the Grand
Canyon such as Captain Mendosa, Juan Galeras, and one other man, also failed
but they were at least able to go down one third of the way to the Red Wall Limestone cliff. That is when they realized that the tiny boulders, they saw
from the rim were actually bigger than the 300-foot Tower of Seville. Trying to
go down further looked like suicide so they turned back.
What miners
found centuries later resulted in a sort of mineral rush by 1890: copper,
uranium, arsenic, cobalt, nickel, molybdenum, zinc, lead, and silver. The
quantities were never very large, and it was difficult to bring them out of the
canyon.
Sunset on the South Rim
We certainly
owe a debt of gratitude to President Benjamin Harrison who declared the Grand
Canyon protected in 1893 as a forest reserve. It became an official U.S.
National Park in 1919 for endless generations to visit and marvel at God’s
creations.
Located northwest
of Flagstaff, the Grand Canyon is over 277 miles long, 18 miles wide, and one
mile deep, one-tenth the length of the continental U.S., containing the oldest
exposed rock on Earth with a cross-section of the Earth’s crust dating back two
billion years. What a magnificent opportunity for geologists to study evolution
through time!
I walked the
Trail of Time in awe. James Kaiser wrote in his book that, when walking the
Trail of Time, with each meter, you are walking one million years. “So, the
1.3-mile trail, which stretches between Yavapai Geology Museum and Verkamp’s
Visitor Center, represents 2.1 billion years of Earth history.”
At the west
end of the Trail of Time is Verkamp’s visitor center named after John G.
Verkamp, a pioneer who began selling “curious” to visitors in 1905. His family ran
the bookstore, the early pioneer historical exhibits, and information desk for
103 years, the longest family-owned business in all parks. The National Park
Service bought it in 2008.
Hopi House seen from El Tovar porch
The Vishnu
Basement Rocks at the bottom of the Inner Gorge formed 1.7 billion years ago “when
magma hardened and joined this region (once a volcanic ocean chain) to the
North American continent.” Rising to 7,533 feet, the Vishnu Temple is a pyramid
named by geologist Clarence Dutton after the Hindu’s four-armed Supreme Being.
This geological formation can be admired from many viewpoints along Desert View
Drive. (Museum Archives)
View of the South Rim from El Tovar Lodge
The Havasupai,
according to their tribal history, have lived in and around the canyon for more
than 800 years. The Paiute, Navajo, Zuni, and Hopi tribes, preceded by ancestral
Pueblo people have one time or another inhabited the Grand Canyon. But when the
Grand Canyon land was taken and turned into a reserve and later into a national
park, the tribal lands became public lands.
The Havasupai received
in 1975 a substantial portion of their land back from the federal government
once their cause was pleaded publicly. The tribe capitalized on tourism; the cerulean
blue pools and red rocks of Havasu Falls are a great attraction for 20,000 visitors
each year.
Mary Colter, a
famous architect, designed eight buildings at the Grand Canyon, among them the
Hopi House, Bright Angel Lodge, Hermit’s Nest, Lookout Studio, Phantom Ranch,
and Desert View Watchtower.
The Hopi House was
built in 1904 as a concessioner facility for the historic inhabitants, the
Hopis, featuring their artisan crafts. Colter designed it to resemble a
traditional Hopi pueblo with its low hanging door frames. It opened on January
1, 1905, two weeks before the El Tovar Hotel across from the Hopi House.
El Tovar Hotel, “the
Ritz of the Divine Abyss,” built before the area became a national park, was designed
as a destination resort by the Santa Fe Railway. The tradition to name places
after Spanish names resulted in this hotel being named El Tovar after Pedro de
Tovar, who spread the rumors of a large river in the area, inspiring the Garcia
Lopez de Cardenas expedition in 1540, the first European to have glimpsed the
canyon. They used Hopi guides. The expedition did not go far when they ran out
of provisions. They decided that the Colorado River was small, only six feet
wide when the river is 300 feet wide in places.
During those times,
a destination resort provided an elevated level of luxury and comfort at “the
edge of wilderness,” twenty feet from the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. Other
such destination resorts were later built in Yellowstone and Glacier National
Parks. The same design was used in similar parks, superficially rustic but
offering quite comfortable visits. Roosevelt stayed at El Tovar in 1911 and
1913 and even authored a book about his 1913 trip.
The sunset (the
Hopi Point is the most famous view, but Mather Point is the most popular due to
its proximity to the visitor center) over the Grand Canyon filled our eyes with
an amazing painter’s pallet of dark blue shadows over the rock formations, with
hues of orange, red, purple, and pink. Our left side cheeks and bodies were
illuminated at just the right moment before the sun disappeared in the west.
The Abyss’s sheer cliffs drop from the canyon’s edge
almost 3,000 feet. Here you can glimpse the top six rock layers which showcase 80
million years of our planet’s history.
The Grand Canyon is a shocking abyss, its geology is millions
of years old, made up of cooled lava (basalt), limestone, sandstone, shale,
dolomite, quartzite, granite, and other rocks. One mile down, the Colorado
River shines a beautiful green. If one falls from the top of the South Rim, one
will never reach the very bottom. He/she would disappear in the rocky and sharp
chasm.
I viewed the ledge, whether with a retaining wall, a metal
grate, or a chicken wire barely reaching my thigh, or nothing at all, as extremely
dangerous, one eye blink away from a fatal misstep, dizziness, vertigo, or
fainting.
Dee Dee Johnson, a stunning fashion designer, attempted to
model “pedal pushers” on September 15, 1946, on the parapet wall of the South
Rim while photographers were recording the moments with blinding flashes. In a
split second, she fell off the wall and disappeared into the chasm below.
How many people fall off the rim is a frequently asked
question. Nobody can give an exact number, but the rangers know for sure that falling
off the rim almost always equals death. Dee Dee got lucky, and her fall was
arrested temporarily by debris. She was saved by a swift ranger who was able to
rope her to a Pinyon Tree and stop her falling into the rocky void.
Michael P. Ghiglieri lists 67 names of people who fatally
fell from the Grand Canyon rims since the establishment of the park in 1919.
(Over the Edge: Death in Grand Canyon, pp. 33-42, second edition, June 2022)
The immense vista has a magnetic pull on all visitors. Adrenaline
junkies fall into a bizarre category of humans who take stupid chances for
reasons that the rest of us fail to understand.
Other humans add alcohol into the mix and the results are
deadly. Some commit suicide, others play foolish pranks on their families and
fall over, some pass out, some have heart attacks, others die of heat stroke (it
is increasingly hotter as hikers descend into the canyon, a 30 degree F temperature
difference from the rim), or hypothermia, lack of water; others disappear
forever, their bodies never to be found. Fatal errors inside the Grand Canyon
since its opening as a park resulted in 750 known victims who perished in
various parts, for similar reasons.
My husband sat on a blanket watching the sunset over the
canyon one evening but I was too spooked to even sit down close to the
fenceless rim. I stood the entire time, took pictures, but kept my distance
from the edge. I fought hard the dizzying magnetic pull of the void.
Young couples had brought their toddlers, babies, and
infants, and while holding them in their arms or by their hands, they stepped
at the very edge of the void. One couple had brought their two dogs. How can
they not have any sense of danger for themselves and their babies, standing
unguarded and unprotected on the rim of a mile-deep gorge? Are pictures and
leaning over for a better look or a better selfie worth dying for?
Through the years, hundreds of people have fallen to their
deaths, some were lucky enough to survive and be rescued, and lived to talk
about it.
I would never understand the fascination of being at the
edge of death, toying with one’s life for the sake of a better view or a better
selfie, but I left the enormous gorge with a better understanding of my
justified and rational fear of the dangers of Mother Nature. I felt the
magnetic pull towards the edge; I stepped on the occasional loose gravel at the
edge, and experienced dizziness and vertigo, the closer I got to the South Rim.
I was painfully aware that one wrong step or slip would mean the difference
between survival and disaster. Like my husband aptly said, we were “canyon-ed
out” and were ready to leave the fierce and dangerous Mother Nature behind.
Just because you can hike down the gorge, on foot or with mules, no matter how
prepared, does not mean that you should. Mother Nature always has the last
word.
The ride back to Phoenix was uneventful, we were jarred by
the many cracks and potholes on the highways and on the interstate and the
driver’s love of speed. You would think that, given the number of close to
seven million visitors per year, the roads to the Grand Canyon and their maintenance
would be stellar.
Free stock photo (author unknown)
I spotted a female elk grazing at the edge of the ponderosa
pine forest and a male elk further in, standing majestically between the trees,
with its huge rack visible from afar.
My photo of the female elk
Miles and miles down the road, below the 3,000 elevations,
the forests were replaced by low desert brush and large Saguaro cacti. Once we
made it to Phoenix, the pleasant cool air and temperatures were replaced by
infernal dry heat, upwards of 103 F.
Would I go back to visit the Grand Canyon? I would visit the
Western Rim with its Sky Walk but I am in no hurry. I would rather hike in our
local forests, 45 feet above sea level, where the only dangers are the
occasional snakes and recently seen bears pushed increasingly by northern
Virginia deforestation from their habitat, to make room for more ugly
apartments and condominiums.
Copyrighted photos: Ileana Johnson, June 2024 (except the female elk stock photo)