Where the Well Went Dry on Two Civilizations
During my 2008 trip to Chaco  Canyon, New Mexico, I had the opportunity to visit one of my favorite places in all of the Southwest – Kin Klizhin Ruin, located at the very edge of the Chaco Culture Historical Park. 
 Situated eleven miles to the west of the Visitor Center, one first 
takes a dirt road, then a four wheel drive road over open country to get
 to Kin Klizhin.
Last
 September, on my trip to Kin Klizhin, I startled a large herd of elk 
that was watering at a small catchment basin just off the lonely dirt 
track.  This spring, there were no elk to marvel at, but I did take the 
time to drive up to the derelict Aermotor windmill that stands on a prominent hill near the dirt track that serves as an access road.
The Aermotor Windmill Company
 is famous throughout the West, as the dominant maker of windmill water 
pumps.  As the average water table has sunk over the years, many of 
these windmills have fallen into disrepair and destruction.  Although 
the welded steel towers can withstand wind  speeds
 approaching tornado-strength, the active mechanism of the windmill is 
much more delicate.  Thus, many of the West’s windmills are little more 
than shattered remnants of their former elegant, yet utilitarian selves.
speeds
 approaching tornado-strength, the active mechanism of the windmill is 
much more delicate.  Thus, many of the West’s windmills are little more 
than shattered remnants of their former elegant, yet utilitarian selves.
 speeds
 approaching tornado-strength, the active mechanism of the windmill is 
much more delicate.  Thus, many of the West’s windmills are little more 
than shattered remnants of their former elegant, yet utilitarian selves.
speeds
 approaching tornado-strength, the active mechanism of the windmill is 
much more delicate.  Thus, many of the West’s windmills are little more 
than shattered remnants of their former elegant, yet utilitarian selves.This particular windmill had a cast-iron storage 
tank the size of a large home swimming pool.  Held together with 
hundreds of bolts and coated with rust-preventative tar and paint, the 
sandblasting wind has created a scene (below) of unexpected artistic 
effect after all of these years.
Although the sky threatened rain, there was not a 
drop of water anywhere in or near this former human made oasis.  When 
the water gave out, the land could no longer support cattle grazing, 
leaving this relic for the occasional visitor to ponder.
Archeologists have hypothesized the Kin Klizhin Ruin
 as the farthest outpost directly related to Chaco Canyon and its unique
 pre-Puebloan Indian culture.  Standing on a hilltop, the original 
structure featured an above-ground ceremonial kiva that is unique to the
 Chaco area.  
Ancestral Puebloan residents of this “early Chacoan 
visitor center” dammed the Kin Klizhin Wash, which is a seasonal 
tributary to the Chaco River; itself dry most of the year.  There is 
evidence that early residents planted extensively and used irrigation 
water to sustain their crops.    One can imagine
 a pre-Puebloan tourist or pilgrim making his way over many miles of 
arid desert, only to find this substantial structure, standing as a 
cultural outpost and welcome center for those who approached Chaco 
Canyon from the south.
Standing at the Kin Klizhin Ruin, a current-day 
visitor can see for miles, but other than the ruin, the only sign of man
 is the single dirt track that leads back past the abandoned windmill to
 what we call civilization.  It is widely suspected that drought and 
water shortages around 1200 CE contributed to the   Great Disappearance
 of Chacoan culture.  Here, in the last fifty years, drought and water 
shortages similarly led to the demise of the ranching culture near 
Chaco.
As I stood at the ruin and stared, I realized that 
the temperature was dropping fast and that rain clouds were 
approaching.  There was little time to contemplate the fine architecture
 and solidity of the ruin.  Instead, my instincts told me that it was 
time to make a run for my truck, parked one hundred yards away.  
By the time that I was halfway to the truck, the 
rain hit.  Once safely inside the cab, I watched as sheets of water 
quickly washed the road dust from my windshield.  
On my way back to my  campsite at Chaco Canyon,
 I encountered a lone driver in a pickup truck not unlike my own.  If 
not for the truck color being different, I might have mistaken him for 
me, as it is quite common to meet one’s self both coming and going in 
the lonely and mysterious desert surrounding the Kin Klizhin Ruin.
By James McGillis at 10:30 PM | Travel | Comments (2) | Link




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