"Did
the cowboys burn all the ladders?"
Our day started with a visit to Mesa Verde National Park. Mesa
Verde National Park protects Native-American dwellings ranging from 800
to 1,500 years old. From pit house remnants (which are little more
than round holes in the ground) to extensive cliff houses, Mesa Verde catalogs
a large piece of history.
The cliff houses are the most interesting and also the most visited
sites. Despite signs warning access to the dwellings requires a certain
level of physical fitness, this does not deter anyone. Erik witnessed
an obese woman firmly wedged in a narrow rock gap. I watched a 56
inch waist attempt to navigate an 18 inch passage.
The
National Park Service provides guides for some tours. Our guide gave
this advice: "Drink lots of water. Water has oxygen.
This will help you breath."
While descending to a ruin, a woman behind us remarked: "I can't
imagine how these people slept here! I mean, look at all this dirt!"
Questions posed to our guides:
"Did they have curtains?"
"If the walls were solid, how did they fire [their guns]?"
"Did the cowboys burn all the ladders?"
"Do you know if the Coliseum in Rome is made of cement, or was it made
like these ruins?"
Nothing boosts the ego more than a visit to a National Park. You
will leave feeling both slim and exceptionally smart.
Our tour ended as a summer rainstorm swept across the mesa. Damp
and windblown, we dashed to the Element and headed for Chamas, New Mexico.
An
hour after leaving Mesa Verde, we stopped in Durango, Colorado, for dinner.
The rain stopped long enough for us find a taqueria and cruise the boys
at the adventure tours booth. Erik and I agreed Durango has the best
looking men in the Four Corners area. After dragging Erik through
the Durango and Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad shops, it was time to move
on.
We made a brief stop in Pagosa Springs, Colorado, the (naturally) smelliest
city in the western United States. (Having lived in San Francisco with
its open sewers and drifting homeless population, I can think of different
candidate for the most un-naturally smelliest city...)
Chamas,
New Mexico rests just across the border from Colorado. If you stand
in the middle of Chamas, you'll see both gas stations, the Dairy Queen,
a restaurant and a hotel. After a shower we made our way to the local
restaurant. We walked through the door and every eye (all twelve
of them) rotated to us - and didn't look away...ever. I reached up
to ensure I'd slicked back my antenna and extra ear. Yes, they were
carefully tucked away. Maybe we should have worn the wigs.
Tomorrow, a ride on the Cumbres
& Toltec Railroad.
Cliff House, Mesa Verde National Park
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Park Service Ranger (not the one mentioned above)
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Durango & Silverton Narrow Guage RR
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Durango, Colorado
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Durango & Silverton Narrow Guage RR
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Pagosa Springs, Colorado
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