I enjoyed this - helps with bits and pieces of information on the "ancient southwest" - which we think of as a large area around Four Corners. The author isn't a professional archaeologist - but is a heckuva rock climber and has written on many topics. He had written a very popular/successful book on this topic a few years before - which I've not read - this one seemed like a sequel. Picked up a variety of topics that don't fit together particularly closely - but all tied into this area.
One takeaway - still not much resolution on the depopulation that happened shortly before the Spanish showed up. Also mysterious: the populations in the pueblos at the time the Spanish showed up (down to now) - language and pottery patterns don't fit together cleanly - backgrounds?
The utter beauty of this stark area; the ingenuity of the ancient populations; great stuff here about the rock art in various forms. Inaccessible granaries indicating protection of precious grains in starvation-times. An interesting "meridian" theory about moving some of the population centers.
We have visited the general area quite a few times but haven't explored it nearly as much as we'd like. A strange kind of beauty, captivating.
First chapter involves exploring Cedar Mesa - author spent lots of profitable time with an old-timer (Waldo) who was born and raised in the area - this quote made me think of my dad and his knowledge of the St. Joe area (other than the "vague sorrow" thing): "The more time Greg and I spent in Waldo's company, the more we realized that he was a walking encyclopedia of local lore, or knowledge that had escaped the historians and archaeologists, of understandings that would evaporate with his passing. Waldo knew it: that sense of impending loss, I guessed, was at the core of the vague sorrow he seemed to carry with wherever he went, even as he told funny stories about the blatherings of self-styled "experts"."
They take a rafting trip into Desolation Canyon (named by John Wesley Powell) - author gets bummed because the trip is going too fast - just how it feels when we are hiking in Grand Canyon! He writes: "Twenty-nine of our eighty-five river miles were behind us. I felt the adventure already slipping through my fingers - I wanted to make the journey last forever. I thought of Edward Abbey [rafting through Glen Canyon] . . . "The time passes slowly," Abbey wrote, "but not slowly enough." So true.
Too often I read a book, and then quickly forget most of it (or all of it, for less memorable works). I'm hoping this site helps me remember at least something of what I read. (Blog commenced July 2006. Earlier posts are taken from book notes.) (Very occasional notes about movies or concerts may also appear here from time to time.)
"To compensate a little for the treachery and weakness of my memory, so extreme that it has happened to me more than once to pick up again, as recent and unknown to me, books which I had read carefully a few years before . . . I have adopted the habit for some time now of adding at the end of each book . . . the time I finished reading it and the judgment I have derived of it as a whole, so that this may represent to me at least the sense and general idea I had conceived of the author in reading it." (Montaigne, Book II, Essay 10 (publ. 1580))
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