The Jemez River flows out of the Jemez Mountains past Jemez Springs and the ruined Jemez Mission (1622) through the Jemez Pueblo lands on its way to join the Rio Grande. Jemez is the old Pueblo tribal name -- pronounced Hay-messh but spelled as if the Spanish thought it up. I spend as much time up there as I can — it’s not far from my house and the drive is enjoyable. Every part of our country has some expression of beautiful fall colors but here, in a desert environment, we rely on the cottonwoods for the annual show. There are some aspen groves here and there up in the mountains or the high meadows and a famous and colorful stand of maples over in the Manzano Mountains but the cottonwoods are the big performers.
We are also pretty liberal with the title “river” around here. I’ve mentioned this before. I’ve been here just two years and my way of looking at it, so far, is if the stream has water in it all year long, and maybe some fish, its a river. If it has water most of the time but might go dry once or twice, it’s a creek. If it is dry most of the year and might have water briefly once in a while after big rains, it’s an arroyo. We seem to have more arroyos than anything else.
The Jemez is a nice little river with some trout but on the day I visited it was running very muddy due to some big rains and muddy runoff from the fire-damaged mountain slopes way upstream. These mountains were created by fire long ago and still struggle with it.
San José de los Jemez MissionThe Jemez Mountains are volcanic in origin. Much of the bare rock is consolidated volcanic ash (tuff). There are numerous hot springs and the remains of one of the largest super volcanoes in North America, the Valles Caldera. There is still a lot of heat down below.
One wouldn’t know about the history or geology of the place just looking at the beautiful fall colors. On some weekends the road is clogged with folks taking pictures. One really must get out of the car to enjoy and experience the colors. Walking among the trees gives a very special perspective. I was there on Halloween day and, in that context, some of the forest was a little bit spooky.
This is a “Bosque” forest…growing up on either side of a stream. The soil is deep on the valley floor and the place is well watered.
This is artist country. The New Mexico artists, including Georgia O'Keeffe and Gustave Baumann, were inspired by the color and light of northern New Mexico. Rather than me running my mouth, or my keyboard, I’ll just post some pictures. If you are ever in New Mexico I encourage you to visit the Jemez Mountains any time but especially near the end of October. There is a nice little winery up one of the side canyons.
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I was taking a walk at noon or so, when a leaf fell from a tree a few feet in front of me. Even on the asphalt path, I could see the darker shadow of the descending leaf, and I watched them both.
The leaf as it fell twisted and turned, and lurched this way and that in the breeze, almost as though it were trying to escape the shadow below it. With each twist and lurch, the shape of the shadow altered, even though the leaf itself did not change shape. When it finally reached the ground and joined the waiting shadow, the shape of the leaf and shape of the shadow matched perfectly under the sun.
One of these is like life, I thought.
But is it the leaf?
Or the shadow?
Among the many joys of autumn it is sometimes the simplest of pleasures that we long for most.
A crisp apple. A light scent of wood smoke.
That morning your breath first forms a whisp of vapor.
A flock of geese struggling to form a ‘V’ in the sky.
To walk among the giant bosque Cottonwoods by the river is a favorite thing.
They are the royalty of the river valley.
They wear a golden crown.
Shoulder by shoulder they march down the valley. So ancient and twisted from the wind. Stout anchors to tame the river’s flood.
The season rewards us with pleasant memories to ease us through the months ahead. To live among these simple things is a blessing in itself.