The trail and jeep roads are calling. We walk for an hour.

Near the van I see a spine on the ground.

As I look around I find another with ribs. Then another. Another. Four in total. One of them is laying in a large fur patch. I find a total of four of these also. I don’t know how to read this kind of death scene. Don’t know what animal the skeletons belonged to. All of the heads are missing. Has me wonder if it is hunters who took the heads with horns and left the rest to be scavenged. Just an dd scene…

While I’m wandering and looking at the death scenes, Sherman is looking at a squirrel scene.
Then we head to the Anasazi Heritage Center. There is a wonderful collection of pottery and other artifacts. Maps of growing and migrating populations. Reconstucted archieological sites. Hands on displays. A great little museum.
The Classic black and white pottery of this culture.

To me these look like practice pieces by children.

This was labeled a feather pot.

There are two original iMacs here running HyperCard programs. Time travel back to the mid-80’s! A simple to use visual database of the museum and surrounding pueblo ruins.
I go to the visitor’s desk and look at a map of the area. I’m drawn to visit a couple of the sites in the Canyon of the Ancients. I wasn’t going to go there, but it’s on the way to Hovenweep and Monument Valley.
I head to Sand Canyon, one of the largest pueblos in the whole area. We arrive and find the trail leading through the ruin.

Fallen walls are all around.These are the mostly the outlines of large buildings.

Always amazed at Sherman’s sure footedness and his fearlessness on the edges of cliffs…
Looking down from the cliffs at an area where the community expanded over multiple levels.
From a natural resting spot near one and of the pueblo area.

On the way to a water source.
Time for a break…
Reminded me of a miniature poppy.
On the road to Painted Hand Pueblo. The snow capped Colorado mountains in the distance.

Our sleeping spot near the road to Painted Hand Pueblo.