Valley and Range Sequence-Southern Yuma County

The Valley and range sequence-Southern Yuma County is a 3-Valley sequence of NW–by–SE trending block faulted valleys and mountains. About eleven major mountain ranges connect to each other in four, (mostly parallel), mountain sequences.

This regional parallel valley-mountain sequence ends at the Gila River valley at the north; to the south, it extends to the Gran Desierto de Altar of northwestern Mexico; the sequence is a remnant of the Basin and Range system.

Read more about Valley And Range Sequence-Southern Yuma County:  List of Valleys, Table of Mountain Ranges, See Also

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