Just beyond the
V-V Ranch lies Sacred Mountain, a mesa where you can see ruins, potsherds, and the whole rest of the world.
The hike is moderate, I guess. It's not "hard," because we did it, and it's not "easy" because it wasn't. A 300 foot rise, scrambling over loose rocks and uneven earth -- it was plenty for me even though it claims to be a one-mile roundtrip. We left the mesa's top as the sun was hitting the horizon, and with a careful-but-steady descent, we were back to low ground just in time to miss rolling down the hill in the dark.
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| A gift for Sinagua spirits? I had a juicy Honeycrisp in my pocket, but I thought it was better enjoyed by the living. |
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| The living. |
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| You can rest a-sherd I didn't do this. Possibly a grindstone. |
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| We are asked not to move sherds. I could understand the desire to protect these bigger pieces, though. |
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| You spelunkhead! |
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| I'll guard the rocks. |
On the way down I thought I heard a herd of javelinas. I didn't tell Annie, though; no reason to alarm her. Like desert tortoises, we will leave our water behind when frightened.
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