Sitting on our deck, you can see the rim of the Black Canyon National Park. From this thirty-mile vista, the canyon appears as a ribbon that winds eastward. There is no clue of the chasm that separates the north and south rim. It can only be seen and experienced by looking head facing down standing on the edge and gazing down into the over 2000 foot deep canyon. At the bottom, the Gunnison River continues scouring through the black Precambrian gneiss and schist to form the canyon walls. The rock ages back 1.7 billion years. It is estimated that the river cut through the hard rock at the rate of about 1-inch every hundred years. For the last 2 to 3 million years the river has persistently cut the canyon to its present state. Even though an inch every hundred years seems impossibly slow to create anything, comparatively it is extraordinarily quick compared to most similar geological events. The swiftness of erosion is credited to the steep flow of the river, averaging a fall of 34 feet per mile through the canyon compared to the Grand Canyon’s average fall of 7.5 feet per mile.
The National Park Service has planted steel and wooden fences along the rim at selective lookouts. Not only do the fences frame some of the spectacular views of the canyon, but they give the acrophobicly challenged enough confidence to lean over the edge to experience the magnitude and depth of the canyon. It is called the black canyon because sunlight only hits the bottom at most points for only minutes a day, leaving the canyon walls and floor in shadow. Together with the dark grey bands of schist, the lower extremes of the canyon appear black. The whole experience of looking over the edge overwhelms me. I have been to the canyon many times. Each time I am filled with wonder and reverence. I sense the timelessness of the rock that formed in the early periods of the earth’s history, and the continuity of a river that has challenged that rock in its gravitational pursuit of the nearest ocean.
I have hiked into the canyon from three different locations, all presenting glorious views framed with the changing seasonal colors of vegetation. The trails down into the canyon are steep and some are challenging. Experiencing the canyon from within is quite different from the rim vantage. Both are thrilling but the inside of the canyon evokes a sense of immediacy where the rim views are stunningly grand, not quite like the Grand Canyon, but in a way that is more accessible. The Grand Canyon seems to go on forever; the Black Canyon exhibits grandeur and depth at a scale that allows you to experience its majesty in a more digestible bit.
My most recent trip to the canyon’s north rim presented me with yet another gift of wonder. Because of an excessively wet spring and summer, the desert flora was in full bloom. Fields of purple mustard, orange globemallow, and scarlet Indian paintbrush contrasted against the fresh pale green of abundant new growth on the sagebrush and wild grasses. Delicate white sego lilies normally quite rare were abundant. The blossom’s colors contrasted against the deep green junipers, reddish-brown soils, the black and rust-colored basalt rocks scattered over the landscape. The scene seemed like an impressionistic painting. The flowers alone merited the short drive from my house to the canyon rim. Adding the canyon vistas engraved the day deep into my catalog of days that shore up my reverence for this beautiful and wondrously magnificent place that I call my home.