In a world
where 15-year-olds are being bullied to death, presidential candidates vie to
see who can be rudest in front of the camera and the greatest of sports icons
are revealed to be frauds, sometimes you’ve just got to get away.
And
that’s what I did the past two weeks. I got away to one of the grandest places
of all and you can do it too. Just point your vehicle south and drive over a
thousand miles on Highway 93 – surely one of the loneliest highways in the
world – and you’ll arrive at the heavily-forested Kaibab Plateau more than
8,000 feet high and staring down from the north rim into of one of the greatest
chasms on earth – the Grand Canyon.
That
initial look at the vastness below, the red and ochre cliffs rising like stone
temples, the ancient limestone walls surrounding them and the lacy ribbon of
the Colorado River shimmering in the deep shadows of the grey inner canyon rock
almost two billion years old – well if that doesn’t take the cares of this
woeful world off your heavy shoulders – then nothing will.
And
so it was about a week ago when I heaved on my overnight pack and began what
seemed like a million-step journey from the north to the south rims of the
great gash in the earth’s crust that geologists say is at least 1.6 billion
years old and studded with fossil remains to prove its unfathomable longevity.
And believe me these numbers are as unfathomable to a mere mortal like yours
truly as is the grandeur of the canyon itself . The reading material I brought
with me said every step down you take down in the Grand Canyon is the
equivalent of going back 100,000 years in time.
Try
to fathom that one?
This
means that in less than a step below the North Rim you’re back in time way
beyond the pyramids and when you complete the step you’re already past the
Neanderthals, the very ancestors of the human race. In about a kilometer,
you’re walking with the dinosaurs and by the time you’ve hit the bottom of the
canyon you’re more than half way to the first one-celled creatures that climbed
out of the primordial ooze about four
billion years after the origin of the earth. And you’ve done all this before curling up at night and
watching the stars from the canyon floor.
Personally,
I took some comfort in the fact that the geologists themselves differ greatly
on the age of the Grand Canyon and how it even originated. The majority believe
in the “Young Canyon” theory, placing the great rift in the earth’s crust at
about 6 million years old while others think it could be as old as 70 million
years with the rock layers themselves going back eons longer. The geological
experts also disagree on the role the Colorado River played in the Canyon’s
formation. Did the uplifting of the Kaibab Formation come first and the river
later carved its way down or was the river already there cutting through the
giant upwelling of rock as it rose? Oddly enough, almost all geologists agree
there’s evidence that the Colorado River once flowed
north-east, the opposite of what it flows now. How confusing can it get?
But
I don’t think the Grand Canyon is meant to be understood. I’ll leave that to
the geologists. In my view, the canyon is meant to be enjoyed and you can’t go
wrong doing that. In the evening as the sun sets on the rim and light dances on
the craggy buttes turning them into giant pyramids rising from the deep shadows
below, it’s nothing short of magical. Then, in a few minutes, the light is gone
and a faint orange glow settles over the vast panorama leaving only ghostly
silhouettes etched against the sky and an endless canopy of stars twinkling
over the darkened abyss beneath.
It’s
enough to make an atheist think twice and the religious more faithful. As for
the woes of the world, they’ll no doubt stay. But a visit to the Grand Canyon
may make them a little more bearable.
Gerry Warner is a
retired journalist and Cranbrook City Councillor. His views are his own.
Reading your fascinating account of the mysteries and wonders of the Grand Canyon was a great pick-me-up on a damp, cold morning.
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