The tallest dunes in North America stand not in a lowland desert but at 8,000 feet in Colorado, piled against the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, with a creek at their base that flows in waves like a tide. Twice in one century, ordinary residents of the valley organized to save them: first from miners, then from a plan to sell the water underneath.
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The first rescue was organized over tea. In the 1920s there was serious talk of mining the dunes; the sand carries flecks of gold, and there were schemes to sluice it out at industrial scale, along with proposals to haul the sand off for concrete. Women of the San Luis Valley's P.E.O. chapters ran the campaign to stop it, petitioning Congress until Herbert Hoover proclaimed Great Sand Dunes National Monument in 1932.
The second rescue was about water you cannot see. The dunes survive because of the aquifer and creeks beneath and around them. In the 1990s, developers proposed pumping San Luis Valley groundwater over the mountains to Front Range cities, and the valley fought back for years. Protecting the whole hydrologic system, not just the photogenic sand, is what drove Congress to authorize a full national park and preserve in 2000. When enough of the surrounding ranchland had been acquired, including a former ranch of nearly a hundred thousand acres, the designation took effect on September 13, 2004.
The sand is a closed loop. Most of it started as sediment from the San Juan Mountains, sixty-five miles west, spread across the valley floor by ancient lakes and streams. Prevailing southwest winds push it toward the Sangre de Cristos; storm winds pour back through the mountain passes and shove it the other way. Opposing winds build height instead of motion, which is how you get dunes over 700 feet tall that barely move. Medano and Sand creeks catch sand off the edges and carry it around to be blown in again. The main dunefield covers about 30 square miles; the whole sand system is roughly ten times that.
The park runs from sand to summits. With the preserve, protection now extends from the valley grasslands up through aspen and spruce to alpine peaks above 13,000 feet: nearly the full vertical range of Colorado in one contiguous unit, which is easy to miss when every photograph is of the dunes.
The dunefield has its own endemic insects. The best known is the Great Sand Dunes tiger beetle, found on this one dunefield and nowhere else on Earth, and it is not alone: a handful of insect species here are known from no other place. They make a living on a surface that can reach 150 degrees Fahrenheit on a summer afternoon, mostly by being somewhere else (under the sand, or out at dawn) when it does.
Ord's kangaroo rat never drinks. It metabolizes all the water it needs from dry seeds, sleeps out the heat in burrows, and moves in two-legged hops that leave some of the more distinctive tracks you will see on the morning sand, along with those of the coyotes that hunt it.
The valley around the dunes is big-animal country. Elk herds work the grasslands and shrublands at the dunefield's edge, bison have long grazed conservation ranchland on the park's west side, and pronghorn cross the flats. Twice a year the San Luis Valley hosts one of the great wildlife spectacles in Colorado, when many thousands of sandhill cranes stage here on migration, filling the sky between the dunes and the peaks.
Above it all, the preserve is normal Colorado high country, with bighorn sheep, black bears, and pika in the talus, all of it stacked directly over a desert of sand, two worlds separated by a few miles of trail.
Long the record-holder among North American dunes at about 750 feet, recently resurveyed at roughly 741; wind trimmed it into a tie with remote Hidden Dune. A true star dune, built by winds from every direction into a many-armed pyramid, and reaching it is an unmarked multi-hour slog up the creek bed and along the ridges. The connoisseur's pick.
The seasonal creek at the foot of the dunes that flows in pulses: sand ridges build on the creek bed, collapse, and send waves rippling down a beach at 8,000 feet. The phenomenon, called surge flow, occurs in this near-ideal form in only a few places on Earth. It runs highest in the weeks of peak snowmelt, then thins and sinks into the sand.
The park's signature wildlife image: elk in the grasslands at the dunefield's edge, antlers against a wall of sand at first light. The herds move between the valley floor and the mountain front with the seasons, and the open ground west of the dunes is one of the more reliable places in Colorado to watch them in numbers. For visitors who came for the animals.
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