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Santa Fe Paints the Town Red

Thursday, January 28th, 2010 by Santa Fe Red

Like many of our guests, hoteliers these days are staying closer to home themselves, but every now and then, business elsewhere beckons. In combination with the value of experiencing a hotel as a guest, a trip to the Big City reminds hotel professionals of the joys and challenges of exploring a destination that is quite different from home. And there couldn’t be a bigger contrast than that of the City Different and the Big Apple; after all, the population of Santa Fe probably fits in a single NYC block. Add the exhilaration of sheer verticality to someone used to living on the horizontal, and you find Santa Fe ready to paint the town red!

Remarkably, the actual travel experience was quite serene, an on-time arrival and departure, an accommodating and friendly airline staff, a clean plane, an easy ride into the city; a heartfelt thank you . Contrary to all the bad reports, travel today CAN be just fine, so don’t delay a dream.

As a denizen of a sweet little Inn with only 71 rooms, I thought it would be enlightening to expand my horizons by staying in a BIG property. On arrival, the excited buzz of what appeared to be 1000 young girls attending a dance conference made me take a deep breath. But by the time I got to the 27th floor of the Grand Hyatt, it was perfectly peaceful, and I was gratified to find that my room request had graciously been granted, with the historic Chrysler Building right outside my window. Even though we hotel folk always make our guests aware that not every request can be accommodated, we are also cognizant of the delighted feeling that ensues when desires are met, which is why we endeavor to make our own guests happy too.

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Although business brought me to the city, the anticipation of filling some free hours with the many cultural offerings of New York led me straight to the Friday issue of New York Times to plan my outings judiciously. We who travel, yet also welcome travelers, know that overdoing makes everything run together in the mind; that is why we encourage visitors to Santa Fe to stay a minimum of at least three nights. It’s surely one of the reasons  that the Inn’s anniversary special is so popular.

Ballet Shoes

As a die-hard opera fan, I knew the Metropolitan Opera would be on the agenda, along with museums and galleries, and the decidedly more pedestrian pleasures of viewing life on the streets. As much as I wanted to do the Met twice – well, actually, every night – when I learned that Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet would have its last performance of the year at New York City Ballet, that felt like the ideal way to begin this brief romantic interlude with the city. I am not very knowledgeable about dance; I admit I went for the music, and I was not disappointed.

I had not seen a full-length story-driven ballet since childhood, and although I am no judge of choreography, I was truly touched by the way Kathryn Morgan managed to combine the virginity of Juliet with a very palpable sexual quality. Dueling, dancing, death and despair, it was all there. What was also there, sadly, was a noticeable number of empty seats; I was happy that I had the opportunity to help pay for keeping dance arts alive in this tough economy. We need to remember this in Santa Fe as well. Although our Aspen Santa Fe Ballet brings us the same joys of movement throughout the year, it also requires our participation to make sure that it not only improves but actually survives. While I don’t expect to see Romero and Juliet here just yet, the Santa Fe Concert Association presents the Moscow Festival Ballet at the Lensic with performances of Coppelia and Sleeping Beauty on February 1 and 2.  And the ASFB company  will be back in March with two nights of exciting dance on March 13 and 14.  There will also be some Santa Fe footwork on the opposite end of the spectrum, as Aspen Santa Fe brings Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo to the Lensic for one performance only on February 9. “Now for something completely different,” as Monty Python used to say!

Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo: Pas de Quatre

Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo: Pas de Quatre

More on this culture vulture’s New York escapade next week…

Snow, Glorious Snow!

Monday, January 25th, 2010 by The Santa Fe Naturalist
New snow along the Las Conchas Trail

New snow along the East Fork Jemez River Trail

The Pacific storms that have been soaking Southern California have been doing us a bit of good, here in Northern New Mexico, and this past weekend was the perfect opportunity to strike out for the high country and see what Nature has put in the storehouses. Our choice this time was one of my favorite walks up in the Jemez Mountains, a trail along a little steep-walled canyon so beautiful that a friend of mine calls it “Beaver Valley”, after some half-remembered Disney fantasia from childhood. It’s an idyllic hike in the summer, with a cheerful creek winding along the flat floor of a narrow canyon crowded with spruce and dotted with wild rose and iris. I’d never seen it in the depths of winter, and now was the time.

The real name of the trail is the East Fork Jemez River, and our point of departure was the Las Conchas Trailhead, just off Highway 4 not far after you leave the Valle Grande in the Valles Caldera National Preserve. It’s about 57 miles from Santa Fe.

Las Conchas Trailhead

Las Conchas Trailhead

The drive up was beautiful. The last snow squalls from the departing storm were still blowing through the mountains and the forest, flocked with fresh white, was almost hypnotic. Of course we pulled over at the Valle Grande overlook to have a look at the snow:

Snow squall over the Valle Grande in the Jemez Mountains

Snow squall over the Valle Grande in the Jemez Mountains

It is impossible to capture the scale of this mountain park, but you can get a measure of the expanse by noting the height of those full-grown trees at the foot of the mountains. (At other times of the year, you can pull up with the other visitors and listen to people arguing if those little specks way out there really are a herd of elk)

The Valle Grande is just a small part of the great volcanic caldera that blocks out the center of the Jemez Mountains. It has held a number of crater lakes in the recent geologic past, which accounts for its forest-free floor. The fires below are banked for the time being, however, and now, in winter, the Valle becomes a dazzling bowl of snow. You really must see it.

The Las Conchas Trailhead opens off Highway 4 at a place where the East Fork of the Jemez River enters a box canyon it has cut through the tortured rocks of the South Mountain Rhyolite. This rhyolite is a thick flow of silica-rich lava erupted around 550,000 years ago, during the waning stages of volcanic activity in the Jemez. The flow blocked drainage inside the caldera for a while, but the lava was overtopped by water and a narrow canyon was soon carved through the resistant rock. A subsequent episode of backfilling gave the canyon a flat floor, which accounts for its unique attractiveness, and makes a summertime walk delightful.

Usually when you pull up to the trailhead you have a suspicion that you have stumbled into an REI commercial. Cattle Call Wall, which you can see in the picture below, is usually thick with rock climbers, and there are always many more just inside the canyon, shouting happily to each other and jingling their carabiners.

Cattle Call Wall at the Las Conchas Trailhead

Cattle Call Wall at the Las Conchas Trailhead

There were no climbers on Saturday. The summertime crowds of hikers were missing, and the gurgling creek was muted by ice and buried under about two and a half feet of new snow. A few hardy snowshoers had broken a path – bless them – and my friend and I wound our way into the hushed winter paradise within.

Snow-covered bridge over the Jemez River

Snow-covered bridge over the Jemez River

Let me just mention that crossing these very narrow bridges, on an unstable icing of over two feet of new snow, is somewhat . . . challenging. There’s not a lot of margin for error, and it’s really really hard to put one foot in front of the other when you are wearing snowshoes. Always be sure to bring someone along to help pull you out of the creek! But don’t let such minor obstacles stop you from enjoying the glorious snows of our New Mexico winter.

Pilobolus at Popejoy

Wednesday, January 20th, 2010 by Santa Fe Red
Pilobolus: Brass Scorpion

Pilobolus: Brass Scorpion

Sometimes Santa Fe goes South! To Albuquerque, that is. In the past, when the Pilobolus troupe has had tour dates in the Southwest, our beautifully-restored Lensic has generally been one of their stops. This year, not. I don’t know whether the Lensic was booked or whether this dance company needed the larger venue for larger revenue (completely understandable, if so), but either way, they had their one Northern New Mexico stop at Popejoy Hall on the University of New Mexico campus. Many Santa Feans (I mean me) are notorious for their reluctance to take that quick drive to Albuquerque, but sometimes, ya just gotta go! The Albuquerque venue actually suited us better this time, as our grandson has applied to UNM, and we wanted to give him a sense of the cultural life on campus. We had taken him to see Momix, the Pilobolus off-shoot, some years ago, so we knew this would be a good choice.

What we didn’t realize, however, was that the new semester had not started, so our plan to eat dinner in the Student Union and scope out the college scene before the performance was a bust. That’s where the Frontier came to the rescue. It is hardly haute-cuisine, but it is an Albuquerque institution, and being right across the street from Popejoy, it was a quick save. I had not eaten there is a very long time, so it also gave me a chance to confirm that if someone flies into Albuquerque late, it’s an okay choice, since it’s pretty hard to ruin eggs. And if you get a side of green chile for the hash browns, it’s the real deal – you can still see the roasting marks.  Grandson, newly vegetarian, had the breakfast burrito and was well satisfied. When in doubt, all-day breakfast is a blessing.

Pilobouls: Trevibug

Pilobouls: Trevibug

The production was striking, like all the performances I have seen by this unique troupe of hard-working dancer/athletes.  Talk about core strength, they had it going! The first piece, Red Line (2009), was highly stylized, full of aggressive precise movements and thumping music, with costumes that made it hard to distinguish male from female dancers, especially since we were seated up in the nose-bleed section (that’s what you get when you wait too long to order tickets). The second, Rushes (2007), was a decided contrast, slower-paced and thought-provoking, with inventive participation by a group of chairs, interesting especially because I had seen another unusual use of chairs on a performance by the Aspen Santa Fe Ballet in the fall.   After an intermission that allowed us to mill around and check out the Albuquerque dance aficionados, we were treated to a moving duet from 2009 that was not yet titled, and an older piece, Day Two (1980) choreographed by one of the company’s co-founders, Moses Pendleton, who subsequently founded Momix. It struck me that I had first encountered Pilobolus very early on in Santa Fe, when they began touring; that’s one of the things that is so great about our town, and indeed our state, the well-deserved reputation as a Mecca for artists of all stripes.

Coming to Popejoy: Swan Lake

Coming to Popejoy: Swan Lake

And of course, the drive really is the easiest of commutes – I don’t know why I don’t do it more often, especially since I do appreciate the flavor that the university imparts to the city. Popejoy frequently hosts artists that do not appear in Santa Fe, and in just the next few weeks, there’s An Evening with Groucho, Swan Lake (with Russian ballerinas) and Riverdance (on its final tour). None of these performances are happening in our fair city this time around. Most of the month of January also offers a variety of theatrical events in Albuquqerque, as part of the 10th annual Revolutions International Theatre Festival, organized by the Tricklock Company.

Riverdance Swings into Popejoy on its Final Tour

Riverdance Swings into Popejoy on its Final Tour

For us Santa Fesinos, well, I guess we just “gotta git outta Dodge” now and then. And for travelers to Santa Fe who find themselves in Albuquerque for a night before or after, an evening at Popejoy can definitely be an enjoyable part of the itinerary. This will be a whole lot easier in the fall of this year, when the new Hotel Parq Central opens its historic doors, just a short distance from UNM and all that the university has to offer.

The Last Days of Pompeii

Sunday, January 17th, 2010 by The Santa Fe Naturalist
The Rio Grande and beyond, from the White Rock Overlook

The Rio Grande and beyond, from the White Rock Overlook, on the way to Bandelier

One of those must-do day trips on your visit to Santa Fe is a drive to Bandelier National Monument, just south of Los Alamos, a place where you can walk along the shaded Rito de Frijoles under the pines and cottonwoods and have a close look at the Anasazi cliff dwellings that perch along the canyon walls. It’s an old park whose value was recognized very early on, and you are sure to enjoy a visit. But don’t forget to pay attention to some of the other remarkable sights you’ll see on your drive there.

Bandelier National Monument sits on the eastern flank of the Jemez Mountains west of Santa Fe, a rounded range of blue mountains that forms the stage for our spectacular sunsets here. (And you know the quip: Santa Feans take half their salary in sunsets) Steep-walled canyons are cut in the Pajarito Plateau that flank the Jemez, one after the other, dividing the land into narrow pinyon-covered fingers over which Highway 4 winds and dips on its way from the Rio Grande into the great Valles Caldera National Preserve in the heart of the mountains. This plateau was formed in two great acts of creation (disregarding some minor canyon-cutting that came afterwards) when the Jemez supervolcano disgorged its fiery guts not once, but twice, approximately 1.6 and 1.25 million years ago. Incandescent floods of ash formed a vast apron of tuff all around the older volcanic highlands – part of which makes up the Pajarito Plateau – and the bulk of the highlands themselves collapsed into a circular depression, called a caldera, 12 miles across. I could write about this stuff for days (and no doubt will in future) but for now I want to highlight a key outcropping you can’t help but notice as you cruise up from the Rio Grande on Highway 502 from Pojoaque to Los Alamos, just before you make your turn on Highway 4:

The very first deposits of the Bandelier Tuff

The Bandelier Tuff exposed along Highway 4

Your first thought, upon seeing this cut, is that the Highway Department has sprayed that disgusting, so-called “stabilizing” concrete over the rocks to hold the loose stuff in place. (Can you tell how geologists feel about those tricks?) But you would be wrong. This cliff exposes almost the entire record of those two great explosive eruptions. The lower, greyish-white part of this roadcut is a great fall of pumice that overwhelmed the landscape during the first stage of the cataclysmic eruption 1.6 million years ago. Above the pumice are thick layers of rhyolitic tuff (tuff is consolidated volcanic ash) laid down by massive pyroclastic flows of magnitudes never witnessed by man. The top of the orange tuff, which erupted 1.25 million years ago, marks the top of the Pajarito Plateau.

These events were set up by persistent volcanic activity beneath the Jemez volcanic field, beginning perhaps 16 milion years ago. Eruption after eruption softened the crust beneath the mountains, and a kind of cosmic indigestion developed in the bowels of the field, nurtured by the relentless activity. And then, around 2 to 3 million years ago, renewed pulses of exceedingly hot basaltic magma from the Earth’s mantle began to push queasiness toward catastrophe. 

The rocks beneath the mountains began to melt wholesale, forming a vast chamber of viscous and gas-charged magma. The crust that supports continents like North America is lighter than the mantle below it, is richer in silica (most rocks are made of oxygen and silicon – silica – bound together with light metals like aluminum), and is usually richer in ‘wet’ minerals that release water when they melt. Magmas that are oversaturated in silica are ‘sticky’. They are so viscous that it is difficult for them to reach the Earth’s surface. The lavas they produce are lighter in color than basalt (which bleeds up darkly as a partial melting of the mantle beneath the crust), and form rocks called dacite or rhyolite. These magmas are capable of trapping dangerous amounts of superheated steam and other gases. If they do make it to the surface, the violent expansion of those trapped gases has terrible results.

Some of the basaltic magma leaked out around the flanks of the Jemez Mountains before the big events to come. You can see one of these flows at the base of the outcropping:

Flow of black basalt capped by an ancient orange soil

Flow of black basalt capped by an ancient orange soil

There’s plenty of space to park and get out of your car at this roadcut, and if you do, you can put your nose on these dense black rocks and see tiny greenish flecks of the Earth’s mantle suspended within. These flecks are unmelted fragments of the mineral olivine, a simple, heavy silicate rich in iron and magnesium. (Larger gem quality crystals of olivine are called peridot, the gemstone for August. Sorry; none of those here. I’ve looked.) What little gas these magmas contain bubbles out peacefully. You can see some of the last of the bubbles trapped in the basalt if you look.

This lava bed sat at the Earth’s surface long enough for a soil to develop on its top. That’s the reddish-orange clay you see above the dark basalt. No doubt it supported a thriving forest on the fatal day when, somewhere to the west, the dangerously swollen magma chamber beneath the mountains could contain itself no longer and blew out.

The day of death

The day of death

A massive jet of silica-rich magma fountained skyward with such force that it propelled a boiling cloud of ash into the stratosphere, miles above, within minutes. Clots of stiff rhyolitic magma, bursting with gas and incandescent with heat, swelled into a glassy foam – pumice –  light enough to float on water, but not light enough to stay suspended in the blackening atmosphere. The bulk of the magma simply ruptured into a choking ash. The pumice began to fall back to earth in a hellish hail of such magnitude that, here at least, it buried the shaking ground as much as 20 feet deep. (Winds blew ash and smaller bits of pumice over the Santa Fe area and well into Texas) As pictured above, you can put your hand on the very place where the first particles reached the ground.

Loose fragments of pumice. There's a quarter for scale.

Loose fragments of pumice. There's a quarter for scale.

Worse was yet to come. You can get a hint of this if you examine the top of the pumice layer, where it becomes more stratified. Parts of the eruption column began to collapse and send hurricane-force gusts of pumice and ash across the blanketed landscape in pyroclastic flows hot enough to sterilize everything they touched. This is what happened (on a smaller scale) to Pompeii and its unfortunate citizens. If you want to relive their experience, treat yourself to the climactic scene in Robert Harris’ “Pompeii“. Remarkable.

Fortunately for the history of the Western World, what happened at Pompeii stopped at this point. Things didn’t stop in the Jemez Mountains. The magma chamber was too large, too over-pressured, and too unstable to be ventilated in one central eruption. Multiple vents began to open up in a roughly circular pattern miles across over the crown of the chamber, each one screaming with expanding gas. The crust inside this ring began to collapse into the chamber, like a huge piston, carrying down an entire range of mountains (which were immediately swamped in ash so hot it fused back into liquid rock) So much magma was ejected into the atmosphere that the eruption columns, in a continual state of collapse, spread pyroclastic flows over hundred of square miles, filling valleys, burying mountains up to their necks, and and smoothing the landscape into a sterile plateau of lifeless ash. 

Look at the photograph again:

The Bandelier Tuff

The Bandelier Tuff

These pyroclastic flows left a deposit which, in this picture, extends from the place where the ash beds turn a brighter white all the way to the base of the orange cliff. It is called the Lower Bandelier Tuff. The reason it is called the Lower Tuff is that, unbelievably, this entire cycle repeated itself 400,000 years later, with even greater force. That eruption left the next massive layer, the Upper Bandelier Tuff, which forms the steep orange cliffs at the top of the pile. This upper tuff is the layer in which Frijoles Canyon, in Bandelier National Monument, is carved, and it is a record of the eruption that formed the Valles Caldera just beyond the monument.

There are two recent publications available in Santa Fe that you must look for if you find these sights as fascinating as I do. The first is Kirt Kempter and Dick Huelster’s “Valles Caldera”, which is a fold out map with associated text and photographs, published by High Desert Field Guides. The second is Fraser Goff’s “Valles Caldera: A Geologic History“. Both of these publications are intended for the lay audience and both of them are well worth having. You can find copies for sale here in Santa Fe at The Travel Bug and Collected Works Bookstore. If you manage to make your day trip without them, you’re sure to find copies at the respective bookstores at the headquarters of Bandelier National Monument and the Valles Caldera National Preserve.

P.S. The matter of Pompeii shouldn’t be taken lightly. There is a partially submerged caldera just west of Naples, called the Campi Flegrei, that is only a little smaller than the Valles Caldera – and it is only the latest scar of some truly catastrophic eruptions on the Italian peninsula.

Any Season is a Good Time for Art in Santa Fe

Thursday, January 14th, 2010 by Santa Fe Red

Now that the “holidaze” are over, once again, there is time to come up for air. And an excellent way to re-center is to immerse the mind and soul in the contemplation of nature. What do you do, though, when it’s only a lunch hour, you have to go to the post office (I am a devotee of plain old-fashioned mail), and you just can’t spare the time to get out into a patch of green? You visit a gallery along the way, preferably one showing wonderful landscape work! One of the nice things about the Inn is the location, which makes it simple to stroll downtown or to Canyon Road, since either direction offers an ample number of galleries from which to pick your potion of peace. It’s a slow time of year in Santa Fe right now, the galleries are quiet, literally, and one can enjoy a relaxed encounter with both the work and the gallery personnel.  I was out doing Plaza errands, so I wandered into EVOKE Contemporary and found just the green solace I was seeking. EVOKE is an excellent moniker for this gallery, as the work on exhibit provides an evocative picture of the natural world at a season when everything outdoors is still cold and dormant.

Francis Di Fronzo: The Years You Walked on My Land

Francis Di Fronzo: The Years You Walked on My Land, Part 1, Oil on panel 30" x 64"

I certainly slowed down upon seeing the work of Francis Di Fronzo, whose artistry not only reveals the subtle and active beauty of blowing grasses and serene vistas, but who also crafts his own brushes with which to do so. This work is hushed and gently pulls you right in. We have few wide grassy swaths close by, and one could simply take a deep breath and remember being a child when the world seemed so very large. The recipient of a Pew fellowship, this painter appears to find a peace in his studio that he is able to share with his viewers. Let’s hope that he does find peace, since the life of a fine artist has historically been a tenuous one, and especially so in this economy.

Lynn Boggess:3 August 2009

Lynn Boggess: 3 August 2009 Oil on Canvas 40" x34"

A different view of nature’s greenery is offered by West Virginia painter, Lynn Boggess. Any midwestern ex-pat would recognize these chattering woods, with leaves shifting from side to side, refracting light and creating all sorts of shadowy patterns. This site-specific painter has an MFA from the Cranbrook Academy, a gold standard among art institutes, and his work exhibits a lively composition, with its rich and varied brush-work. It looks  exciting to work outdoors this way, as his on location photos demonstrate! Well, on second thought, maybe working outside in the winter isn’t THAT much fun! BRRR! I’ll think that one over again before I jump right in!

The superbly crafted glass sculptures of Randy Walker beg to be stroked (I was good, I obeyed the signs and did not touch). His thorny branches look sharp enough to sting, and I can imagine his glowing leaves in a window pulling in ruby red and golden light on a grey and gloomy day. I tried glass-blowing long ago, and boy, was it hot, hard and heavy to keep that liquid glass moving. Add in the multitude of colors and embedded textures, I’m impressed!

Louisa McElwain: Riverbend Lingering Snow

Louisa McElwain: La Voz, Oil on Canvas 30" x 30"

Louisa McElwain, recognized as a doyenne of landscape painting in New Mexico, is well represented in this very pleasant gallery space. Her expansive, colorful, lively panoramas, executed with a palette brush, bring the skies and mountains of the Southwest to life in a bold manner. It was hardly surprising to learn that she had studied at Skowhegan in Maine; so many good landscape painters have spent time there. Her excitement at being outdoors is quite palpable. Although their work is very different, I am reminded of the unique methodology of Emily Carr, an early twentieth-century artist from the Northwest,  who trucked out into the landscape with her very own art wagon, an artistic endeavor that looked arduous but also adventurous. I have heard that Louisa does the same, apocryphal? Note to museums, how about an Emily Carr show?

If you need a break from the routine, take time to visit one of Santa Fe’s many galleries.  It’s a lovely way to slow down, however briefly, and enjoy one of the special things about this special town. And of course, to see more than just a thumbnail of these artists’ works, simply head for EVOKE Contemporary at 130 Lincoln Avenue; Elan and Kathrine will be there to welcome you.


Under the Volcano

Sunday, January 10th, 2010 by The Santa Fe Naturalist
"Grand Central" in the Cerrillos Hills

"Grand Central" in the Cerrillos Hills

Last week I mentioned that I would be giving a little overview of the geology of the Cerrillos Hills, and here it is. Before I begin, however, I would like to direct the attention of those more serious inquirers and rockhounds to an article by a true expert on this area, Stephen Maynard: “The Geology of the Cerrillos Hills“. My intention is to highlight some of the bold features you might see on a walk in the new State Park on a sunny afternoon, with a few photographs to guide us along. If this piques your interest, don’t hesitate to build some context by having a look at Stephen’s excellent and easy to read summary.

Everyone has seen pictures of volcanoes, but did you ever wonder what it might look like under the smoking mountain? A walk in the Cerrillos Hills will give you that opportunity, with a little guidance from the geologists. All that pent-up magma, liquid and mobile, seeking a new equilibrium in the Earth’s crust above those places where it has been born, exerts a tremendous amount of pressure as it wedges its way up through the rocks. In places it pauses and pools horizontally, splitting the crust and lifting it up, forming a sort of gigantically hot flat pancake in the crust. If the magma freezes there, the body of rock it leaves is called a sill. (Think flat, like a window sill)

If the pancake of magma continues to grow, eventually its roof will rupture in vertical cracks, and the hot batter will squirt up into the splits with great violence, propping them open. If the magma freezes here, the body of rock it leaves is called a dike. Exposed by erosion at the earth’s surface, these features often stand up like walls or dams, hence the name. Here’s a small dike you might walk by in the park:

A dike exposed by erosion in the Cerrillos Hills

A dike exposed by erosion in the Cerrillos Hills

While these splits and ruptures can cease at any time, if they do continue upward and breach the surface, the magma gets out. We call the “getting out” a volcanic eruption.

In our part of the American West, it so happens that a very thick body of shale – mud that has accumulated on the floor of an ocean or a lake, and subsequently compacted into rock – stood in the way of the ascending magma and led to some unusual effects. Here’s a diagram, taken from an interpretive display in the park (a picture being worth a thousand words):

Magmatic blisters

Magmatic blisters

Laccoliths are sills with bulging roofs, bowing up the rocks above, like a blister. In the Cerrillos area, these blisters actually stacked themselves one above the other, forming – in the fevered imagination of a geologist – something like a stony Christmas tree. The relative weakness of the thick shale encouraged this phenomenon. To put you out of your suspense, the magma did eventually reach the surface, forming a volcano, but persistent erosion dispersed the volcano and etched its way down into the stack of sills and dikes among which we can walk, today.

Here’s an outcropping along the railroad tracks that might help put things into perspective:

You'll see this driving into the village of Cerrillos

You'll see this driving into the village of Cerrillos

The pale grey stuff on the left, with the skirts of loose talus, is the shale. (It has a name, the Mancos Shale, about which more in another piece) The craggy orangy-grey cliffs, forming the little peak on the right, is a partially exposed sill of frozen magma. Keep in mind, from this perspective, the magma didn’t so much push up through the shale as out toward you. And it froze in place far underground. The little layer of orange stuff capping the grey shale on the left is a modern blanket of loose rock eroded from the sills and dikes and spread out as a thick rocky soil.

The magma frozen into the sills and dikes in the Cerrillos Hills has a very distinctive texture. Here’s an example:

Andesite porphyry

Andesite porphyry

You can see a thick speckling of white crystals and clots of black crystals suspended in a greenish-gray mass of stone. An igneous rock with this sort of texture – visible crystals floating in a fine grained groundmass – is called a porphyry. To a geologist’s eye, this texture indicates at least two episodes of cooling. And the stony appearance of the groundmass is a clue that the final episode of cooling was fairly rapid and occurred under low confining pressures, a characteristic of volcanic activity.

By the way, that dark mineral you see is rich in iron, so as these rocks weather at the surface, they acquire a patina of rust. That’s why the rocky outcroppings in the hills are more orange than grey.

As if all this blistering wasn’t enough, in a second episode of igneous activity, a big slug of magma of somewhat different composition forced its way through the pile of laccoliths to feed another generation of volcanism. Some of this magma froze into a large, roughly cylindrical plug – called a stock – right in the middle of our stack of sills, and when erosion hacked its way into this mass, it left the stock standing in relief. It’s big. We call it Grand Central, now, and you can see a picture of it at the beginning of this entry.

This second episode of intrusion was sufficiently forceful to dome up and distort the entire package of shale, sills, and dikes. And this mass of melted crust had an additional cargo of elements humans find either useful or attractive – like gold, silver, copper, lead, and zinc. Now we’re talking!

An intrusion of this magnitude takes a long time to crystallize and cool off, and as it does so, all kinds of secondary effects can occur. The heat of the magma sets groundwater into motion. Much of this water is superheated and aggressively corrosive. The crystallizing magma itself rejects volatile elements like hydrogen (i.e. more water) chlorine, and sulfur. It also rejects elements that don’t fit into the atomic framework of the bulk of the minerals that are crystallizing: the heavier metals that we love to use in wedding rings and bullets and car batteries and telephones. This hot brew of chemicals seeks its way toward the surface as best it can, staining everything it touches and leaving behind crusty residues of exotic minerals rich in those valuable metals.

In the Cerrillos Hills a system of fractures oriented in a northeasterly direction guided these potent juices to create bleached and iron stained zones of rock the old miners called veins or lodes. Erosion gradually unearthed some of them (with weathering effects adding lovely new complexities, one of which is called turquoise) and miners both ancient and modern began poking around for the riches:

Prospect pit in the Cerrillos Hills

Prospect pit in the Cerrillos Hills

The ancient ones (and not a few modern rockhounds) sought turquoise, which was used for adornment and was traded far and wide. They also used some of the lead minerals to make pottery glazes. The pragmatic Spanish had no use for turquoise, but lead was always useful for bullets, copper for utensils, and silver for money. The turn-of-the-last-century Anglo miners loved that silver too, but also had industrial markets for lead, zinc, and copper. (There’s not much gold in the Cerrillos Hills, but in the rugged mountains you can see just to the south, the Ortiz Mountains, there was – and is – plenty of gold) Turquoise experienced a new vogue in jewelry and small mines were developed to find it. (You always wondered why the box from Tiffany’s had that particular color, didn’t you?)

As usual, the richer and easier to find deposits were exploited to the point of exhaustion. There’s still a faint halo of copper minerals in the rocks, exploitable by modern mining techniques – but it would require the removal of the Cerrillos Hills themselves to get it (not to mention an ocean of unavailable water) and this is unlikely to happen anytime soon. But for now, we can admire the efforts of the early miners, preserved in the park, and we can enjoy a unique natural museum of subterranean activity – under the volcano – laid out for anyone who takes the time to look.

Food for Thought in Santa Fe

Friday, January 8th, 2010 by Santa Fe Red

So you’ve had your share of red chile, green chile and beans  - what do you do for a change? This question has become more complicated for those who have chosen to forego animal products, and if you’re vegan, the options are narrowed further still. No problema! You can  satisfy your understandable urge for a non-New Mexican meal, stick to your vegetarian or vegan principles and still eat great food right downtown, since Shohko, Santa Fe’s original Japanese restaurant, founded in 1975, is still going strong.

Succulent Sashimi in Santa Fe

Succulent Sashimi in Santa Fe

Love that Hot Wasabi!

Love that Hot Wasabi!

Shohko and Hiro Fukuda came to the City Different in the 1970′s, part of a wave of modern-day settlers seeking the alternative lifestyle Santa Fe has always offered. Their commitment to natural foods began in Japan in the 1960′s, when they studied under George Ohsawa, the founder of modern macrobiotics. Raising three beautiful daughters on a clean and healthy diet, they began their service to the Santa Fe community by opening a natural food store. They expanded this mission by taking their skills and wisdom into the kitchen when they opened the cafe, now in its 34th continuous year.

Shohko's Sushi

Shohko's Sushi

Being a non-vegetarian creature of habit who always orders the bento box, I   merely rotate the protein component,  but my lunch buddy recently became a vegan, hence our quest for new alternatives. Ordering off the vegetable selections on the Izakaya menu and the Sushi menu gave her a delicious variety of tastes from which to choose, with the added benefit of organic salt, miso and shoyu. As we put down our napkins yesterday, she pronounced herself pleasantly full – well, okay, she said she was stuffed! And I could happily say the same. One of the first things I eat from the bento is the tempura green chile (guess chile-heads don’t really want to escape that capsaicin high!), but I’m also quite fond of the seaweed sesame, which tastes great and feels virtuous.

Domo Arigato, Shohko Fukuda

Domo Arigato, Shohko Fukuda

Housed in a former 19th century bordello with 3-foot thick adobe walls and original vigas, the restaurant’s décor fuses simple Japanese and Northern New Mexican design elements. Shohko’s  arrangements of fresh flowers, locally bought or cut from her flower garden, brighten tabletops and hallways.  The presentation is lovely, on clean white sculptural plates, the ambiance is peaceful, and the service professional yet unobtrusive.

And Don't Forget Your Warm Saki on a Cold Santa Fe Day!

Chilly Santa Fe? Warm Saki!

Ideally located downtown just steps from the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum and only a few blocks from all the attractions of the historic Santa Fe Plaza area, Shohko Cafe has consistently offered a reasonably-priced lunch or dinner alternative from the bean-y cuisine of New Mexico. The Fukuda Family continues to honor their commitment to providing delicious and wholesome food, and that’s very good news for food lovers who show love for sentient beings by keeping them off the plate.

All photos: Eric Swanson Photography

The Cerrillos Hills

Monday, January 4th, 2010 by The Santa Fe Naturalist
Hiking in the austerely beautiful Cerrillos Hills

Hiking in the austerely beautiful Cerrillos Hills

The Cerrillos Hills, a low but rugged cluster of arid hills about 25 miles south of Santa Fe, have such an anomalously rich natural and cultural history that it is impossible to write about them in a single serving. You would never credit this statement if you just drove by the lonely spot, giving these dry runts of mountains a disinterested glance as you zipped on north to Santa Fe on Highway 14, with the real Rockies glowing on the horizon ahead. And yet, just two facts, among many other, might clue you in to the significance of the Hills: the oldest turquoise mines on the North American continent are hidden here. . . and the capitol of New Mexico was very nearly seated in the village of Cerrillos at the southern edge of the hills.

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This past Sunday was intensely sunny, and since it’s a relatively short drive from Santa Fe, and always a good place for a meditative walk, I decided to head down to the Cerrillos Hills Open Space for a stroll. I immediately got a surprise: a very nice ranger named Sarah Wood (and what was a ranger doing there?) greeted me and let me know that the county park had recently been taken into the State Park system and was now officially a New Mexico State Park. This is important to know, since the State Parks charge a small $5 fee for day use. Sarah told me about some of the plans she and the Parks have to enhance the interpretive aspects of a visit to the Hills, some of which will be in place as soon as February – so stay tuned.

The Cerrillos Hills are utterly fascinating for fans of the Old West, or of the history of mining in the American Southwest, or – if you’re like me – interested in rocks and geology, and delighted to find a place where you can literally walk through the frozen plumbing system of an ancient volcanic complex. The park is pockmarked with old prospect pits and mines:

Old lead-zinc-silver mine

Old lead-zinc-silver mine

 Many of these are signed with intriguing historical information:

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And if you’re like me, you can try to puzzle out just why the prospectors sunk these pits where they did:

cerrillos-hills-prospect-pit 

(Notice that bleached and iron-stained zone in the rocks, slanting down just where the shadow of my hat strikes the wall. I suspect this was the promise of riches below)

The county has fenced, screened, and otherwise guarded these old mines so it is safe to bring the kids along. This was formerly NOT the case, but I do miss the thrill of peering down into the darkness on a slippery pile of tailings. 

One of the best ways to enjoy the park, and recreate for yourself a bit of the Old West into the bargain, is to engage a trail ride with the Broken Saddle Riding Company and see the hills from a seat on a horse:

Riding through the Cerrillos Hills

Riding through the Cerrillos Hills

The company is located very close to the entrance of the park in the picturesque village of Cerrillos and it is very easy to set up a ride. Broken Saddle has access to trails which are not within the park itself, and your guide – probably as picturesque as the village – will give you a great overview of the history of mining in the area. 

I plan to give an overview, myself, of the geology of the Cerrillos Hills in another entry soon. For now, I just want to remind everyone that this lonely and austerely beautiful place is always waiting for you when you need a quiet and head-clearing walk in the Old West.

Looking toward Santa Fe from the Cerrillos Hills

Looking toward Santa Fe from the Cerrillos Hills

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