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Lessons of the Homolovi "Ruins"
The Little Colorado River originates at Mt. Baldy in Arizona’s White Mountains and travels northward to Joseph City, Winslow, Homolovi Ruins State Park and Wupatki National Monument before reaching the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon. 
Draining a large part of northeastern Arizona and a portion of far western New Mexico,
 the Little Colorado River winds it way from forested headwaters in the 
White Mountains down through woodlands and grasslands and finally to the
 arid depths of the western Grand Canyon.
About midway on its journey, the “Little C”, as it 
is known to locals, cuts through Homolovi Ruins State Park.  The park is
 only a couple of miles north of Interstate Highway I-40, near the east 
end of Winslow, Arizona.  For most travelers, the word “ruins” ruins 
their fun and they do not bother to stop.
Arriving at Homolovi just before sundown, I selected
 a campsite that featured electricity and piped water, which is a luxury
 in such a dry part of the high desert.  Only a handful of the 53 
campsites had occupants that evening.  Just as a shortage of resources 
had depopulated Homolovi before 1400 CE, the current price of liquid 
fuels had stripped Homolovi of its contemporary RV culture.
Although the residual heat of a high pressure system
 made Homolovi quite warm during the day (100 degrees f.), I decided to 
stay an extra day and explore the ruins.  In Craig Childs'
 book, “House of Rain”, he describes taking part in an archeological dig
 at Homolovi.  His entire episode takes place during a summer sandstorm,
 so the light breeze I experienced made up for the heat during the day. 
 Besides, I had air conditioning in my coach, so when it got too hot, I 
just flipped the switch and enjoyed my cool retreat.
On my first evening, I watched the Arizona Public Television
 station.  One of their shows lamented the decline in residential 
property values in the state and particularly in Phoenix, with an 
average drop of 21% to 24%, since the peak, less than two years ago.  
Whether we speak about Homolovi’s pre-Puebloan Indians
 or current day Phoenicians, every human culture has its fads, fancies 
and economic bubbles.  Although euphoria can mask reality for a time, 
eventually economic, social and natural forces conspire to burst any speculative bubble.
At Homolovi, the result of this ebb and flow of 
human migration is perhaps the most diverse collection of cooking and 
storage clay pots found in any single location in the southwestern US.  
From ancient gray-ware to stylish and elegant orange-ware, the potsherds tell the story.
Homolovi both benefited and suffered from its 
location along the Little Colorado River.  While its channel is dry most
 of the year, spring runoff from snowpack on the forested plateau moves 
quickly and often sends the Little Colorado into flood stage without 
warning.  Since the original village of Homolovi developed during a 
relatively dry period, subsequent devastating floods wiped large 
sections of the settlement and its agricultural fields off the ancient 
map.   
Responding to this catastrophe, the ancients rebuilt
 much of the village and its ceremonial structures on higher ground, 
half a mile from the river.  It is there, on the sun-baked mesa, above 
the river that the remnants of ancient structures and the broken pottery
 of a five hundred year habitation survive today.  
Homolovi is as much a “place of the mind” as it is a
 place to see artifacts of an ancient and bygone culture.  One needs 
imagination in order to see the community that thrived there on trading 
cotton, pottery and perhaps what we today would call tourism.  
Did the inhabitants of Homolovi profit from their knowledge that they  could
 not control everything in their environment or did they hold out there 
until the last person died?  Fathoming their fate reveals lessons for 
our contemporary culture.  Do we cling to the energies and ways of the 
past or do we move on to new vistas and explore new energies to light our own future?
could
 not control everything in their environment or did they hold out there 
until the last person died?  Fathoming their fate reveals lessons for 
our contemporary culture.  Do we cling to the energies and ways of the 
past or do we move on to new vistas and explore new energies to light our own future?
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