While NJ Spotlight is on summer hiatus, we’ve made sure you won’t lack for intriguing reading. We’ve put together a series of Snapshots of New Jersey, a close look at some of the varied and vibrant places that make up the Garden State — from Wildwood to Montague and Barnegat Bay to Teaneck. Enjoy. We’ll be back August 28.
Birdbaths. Hammocks. Gazebos … Many backyards evoke tranquility.
My Princeton-area backyard features an enormous, tilted slab of black rock. Known as diabase, it’s the cooled remnant of a layer of magma that once forced its way between cracks in the earth to form the Watchung Mountains
The cracks opened from Nova Scotia to North Carolina some 200 million years ago as a supercontinent — composed of parts of Europe, South America, Africa, and North America — broke apart. The largest cracks joined together and continued to spread, forming the Atlantic Ocean, which is still opening at the speed our toenails grow.
I often walk through the deep woods behind my house to visit the thick, tilted sheet of rock, too steep to stand on, and think about what it must have been like when magma coursed through the ground. I would have enjoyed the hot springs I assume dotted the landscape but not the upwellings of poisonous gases and the frequent earthquakes that would have occurred during the millions of years it took for things to settle down from all the volcanic activity.
If you look at Google Earth, and follow Lake Carnegie to the north of town, you’ll see a huge pit, a deep scar on the landscape. This is the Trap Rock Quarry outside of the aptly named village of Rocky Hill. Starting in the 1700s and continuing today, the underlying diabase has been quarried for rubble and crushed stone. The quarry is breathtakingly deep, and the rock seems to go on forever. I live on the other side of the rocky hill, a sparsely populated haven of woods and fields that shelters bats, coyotes, screech owls, turkeys, and other wild delights.
In a section of Princeton known as “the Ridge,” the wooded areas are strewn with large boulders. As a child, I assumed they were glacial deposits, but the glaciers never came this far south. These are more remnants of diabase, eroded into smaller chunks. The diabase flows covered most of the nascent New Jersey that existed 200 million years ago, before the sands of Middlesex, Monmouth, Ocean, Atlantic, and Cape May were laid down, when the Princeton area was near the sea. Some of the rock is exposed at the surface and some is buried, but it’s down there somewhere.
Now that New Jersey is on the passive edge of an expanding ocean basin, things should be geologically tranquil for a long time. We might get the occasional small earthquake or even an Atlantic tsunami if a chunk of rock falls off the Canary Islands, but the extraordinarily hard diabase that marks the back of my lot should persist for a very long time, standing higher and higher above the landscape as softer rocks erode and are washed down my rocky hill.