[On March 1, 1872 Yellowstone became America’s and the world’s first National Park. So this week I’ll AmericanStudy five other amazing National Parks, leading up to a special weekend post highlighting the new book on Yellowstone from the amazing Megan Kate Nelson!]
On two distinct
but complementary effects to a foundational AmericanStudier moment.
When I was in 7th
grade, my family and I took a trip out West to visit a number of Southwestern
National Parks. We saw Zion, Bryce, Four Corners, and the Grand
Motherfucking Canyon (pardon my French, but I’m pretty sure that’s the full
official name), and even checked out a
bit of Las Vegas when we flew in and out of the city. But there’s no doubt
at all that it was Colorado’s Mesa
Verde National Park that most affected this 12 year old AmericanStudier.
There were lots of spaces and moments in Mesa Verde that hit me, but by far the
most moving was a post-sunset encounter with a coyote as we explored an aboveground
(ie, not a cliff dwelling) Pueblo ruin in the park. Probably didn’t hurt that I
had been reading
a bunch of Tony Hillerman mysteries on the trip, as the moment felt right
out of such evocative Southwestern thrillers (although luckily we didn’t
stumble upon a dead body or awaken an ancient curse or the like). But I would
say that the moment affected me, and indeed was foundational for my lifelong
AmericanStudying, in a couple key ways that go well beyond Leaphorn & Chee
mysteries and that also reflect essential elements to a site like Mesa Verde.
For one thing,
the moment made crystal clear something that a know-it-all 12 year old (or 41
year old…) can sometimes have difficulties remembering: just how much I didn’t
and don’t know. As I wrote in that same blog
post on Hillerman, Mesa Verde has long been defined by a couple central
mysteries of its own: the question of why
the Anasazi people abandoned their cliff dwellings,
and what happened to them after they left. It appears that some
significant recent progress has been made in answering those questions,
which of course is part of the historical and cultural process as well. But in
truth, the mystery of Mesa Verde is just a more extreme version of a
fundamental but all too easily forgotten fact about all historical
knowledge—there’s a lot more that we don’t know than we’ll ever know, and most
of the things we do know we only kinda know (to get all Rumsfeldian on ya).
And that’s never more true than when it comes to the simple but crucial
question of what it meant, or really what it felt like, to live in these
historical periods and places. I love the interpretations of the past at places
like Plimoth
Plantation and Colonial
Williamsburg, but that’s all they are, interpretations; we’ll never really
know what life was like for those folks in those worlds, and I felt that
divide, acutely and potently, as I stood atop that darkened Mesa Verde ruin.
But at the same
time, I felt something else, something I’d call not contradictory so much as
complementary: I wanted to bridge that divide. I wanted to learn as much as I
could about periods and places and peoples, really all of ‘em but most
especially all those that felt most distinct from me and mine. I wanted to read
about them and talk about them and, perhaps most of all, write about them, help
create stories that could, not exactly bring them back to life of course, but
make them a part of our own moment and world as fully as those unavoidable gaps
would allow. I don’t think that was the first time I felt that desire so
acutely (I’m sure I did on my Camp
Virginia trips, for example), but it was one of the strongest such moments,
and it has stuck with me to be sure. I’ve visited and been inspired by a lot of
cultural and historic sites in the decades since, including a number of federal
National Historic Parks, and will write about some of my favorites in that
latter category in the weekend post. But Mesa Verde remains striking and
perhaps singular in that regard, a place and moment with which I was confronted
with especial force with both the challenges and the call of all that I’ve
tried to spend my career doing. So, y’know, it’s well worth a visit if you’re
out that way!
Last Park
tomorrow,
Ben
PS. What do you
think? Other National Parks you’d highlight?
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