It didn't take long until we had left
Santa Fe behind us this morning on our way northwest to Bandelier
National Monument that protects an area where the Ancestral Puebloans
of a later era (between about 1150 and 1600) had built their homes.
The lady at the visitor centre in Santa Fe had urged Johann to visit
this place because it is so beautiful.
We enjoyed the drive there already,
quickly leading us into more mountainous scenery on Hwy. 285 towards
Los Alamos. Colourful sculpted cliffs, juniper and pinion pine
dominated the landscape, the high snow covered peaks of the Sangre de Cristo
mountain range greeted from the distance, and shortly before the final descent to the park we stopped at
an overlook that afforded a great view of the Frijoles Canyon, the
part of the park we'd visit to see the pueblos.
We stopped only briefly at the visitor
centre to pick up a map and get some information: the sky threatened
rain, and the ranger urged us to go for the hike now because it would
get busier as the day progressed; we could take in the exhibits and
introductory video about the park after we returned.
The main (loop) trail is about two
kilometres in length, and about halfway through there is the option
of taking another trail to the so-called Alcove House, a sheltering
cave more than forty metres above the valley floor that can only be
reached by climbing four ladders. We were planning to take this
second trail as well, but I wasn't at all sure that I would climb
those ladders.
The trail map has corresponding
information for markers along the way. We had stopped at the first
three or so when the sky got ominously dark; we decided we weren't
too far from our truck yet to go back and get our rain jackets, which
proved to be a wise decision. First, however, the sun came out again,
and it felt like spring. Trees along Frijoles creek to our left
hastening towards the Rio Grande were starting to show some green.
This area was covered in about 200m of
volcanic ash after an outbreak of the Valles Caldera further north in
Bandelier park 1.14 mio years ago. This formed the tuff of which much
of the area is comprised, a soft volcanic rock that has a 'Swiss
cheese look' because of its many eroded cavities. The Ancestral
puebloans who came here around 1150 made use of these features by
widening the holes to so-called 'cavates', small caves that were used
for living quarters, storage, and to keep animals, most notably
turkeys. Not only did they provide meat but also feathers, which were
made into soft, warm blankets and sandals. Dogs were kept as
companions.
The puebloans grew corn, squash and
beans in the valley using different techniques to preserve precious
moisture. Seeds were planted deep, and grid gardens were built:
depressions surrounded by a low stone wall to retain some of the
day's heat in a climate where night temperatures could drop by 15 or
20 degrees. Areas rich in pumice, a very light, porous rock, were
sought out to grow crops. The pumice acts like a sponge, absorbing
moisture and releasing it slowly, and it was also used as a mulch for
that reason.
Men were responsible for hunting,
building houses and weaving while the women ground corn, cooked,
looked after the children, made pottery and looked after the
maintenance on the dwellings, like applying plaster. Part of the
houses were built into the walls, while other pueblos were built on
the valley floor. We saw an example in Tyuonyi, a circular pueblo
site that had stood two to three stories high. In the plaza that is
surrounded by the pueblo are also three kivas,
round ceremonial rooms built into the earth. These were used for
religious ceremonies. Six poles held up the roof beams which were
covered in plaster to make it strong enough for people to stand on.
The only entrance was via a ladder through the roof. Kivas are still
used by modern-day pueblo people.
The
buildings we saw today have not been lived in since the 1500s, but
for the pueblo people they are not abandoned: the spirits of their
ancestors are still alive here, and all is sacred to them, as indeed
is everything in nature.
View of Tyuonyi from above |
We
were able to enter some of the cavates – the openings in the
volcanic rock enlarged by the ancient pueblo people – via short
ladders, saw the 'longhouse', living quarters three or four stories
high in the cliff walls, the holes from the roof beams still visible
and a marker for the different stories. In the area of the longhouse
many petroglyphs cover the walls, some of them are now believed to
have held meaning beyond what seemed obvious. We thought we
recognized a dog, a turkey, snakes, maybe a turtle with a human face,
and the spiral shape that has significance for so many indigenous
peoples.
The Longhouse |
Petroglyphs; turkey on the right (?) |
Meanwhile
the dark clouds were now joined by strong gusts of wind, and soon we
felt the first raindrops. We sought shelter in one of the cavates for
a bit, and in typical April fashion the rain quit after a few minutes
and the sun attempted to peek between the clouds again. We had
arrived at the end of the guided walk and the spot where the trail
branched off to the Alcove House high in the wall. There was no
question that we'd walk the half mile and see it, and we kept going
even though the wind now pushed sleet at us. Several groups of people
were coming back already, and nobody was walking in our direction at
the moment. Our pants were wet, and my hands were getting cold, but
it wasn't long before we stood at the bottom of the high cliff that
was the destination of our walk. Sleet and rain had stopped for the
time being.
A
young woman was looking up, a bit undecided: her mother, who was with
her, obviously was not inclined to go up while she really wanted to
but was scared to do it alone. 'Oh, you can come with us,' Johann
said. 'We are going.' We? I wasn't so sure of that at all. Again my
fear of heights made itself known. The ladders were wet, and high,
and while going up was not so much a worry the first step or two down
would be, for sure, and there was no way to avoid that once I was up
there. On the other hand, I really wanted to see what it was like ...
The first ladder – the only one I could see from where I stood –
looked sturdy and reliable, like the short ones I had climbed to get
into the cavates earlier, and, encouraged by Johann and our
companion, I started climbing. I counted the rungs, thinking it might
be helpful when I came down again to know when I was getting close to
the bottom: 19 rungs for this one. Stone steps connected this ladder
with the next one which rose even higher from the small platform: I
think I counted 28 rungs this time, but am no longer quite sure. Two
down, two to go: the third one was slightly shorter than the second
one, and the last one had only maybe eight rungs – nothing to it.
It was
an amazing feeling to be so high up and imagine the people who had
once lived here, who had to haul up everything they needed in baskets
or clay vessels. The Alcove House holds a small kiva, but at the
moment it is under renovation and can't be entered - too bad; that
would have been really special.
After
we had gazed down the valley and (I with reluctance) straight down to
where the young woman's mother was waiting we returned the way we had
come. The ladders posed less of a problem than I had feared, although
I was glad every time when I could grip the upper rung instead of the
side beams. The smooth wood felt good and solid in my hands, and I
had mastered my fear yet another time.
The
walk back to the visitor centre felt like the Easter walk poem from
Goethe's 'Faust': 'Freed from the ice are stream and brook ...' The
little creek to our left, the budding maples and gambel oaks, green
grass, sunshine (yes, again): it was lovely.
The visitor centre was a
great source of more information with its interactive displays
depicting life in the pueblos as it must have been hundreds of years
ago. We were so glad we had come!
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