The ancient ruins, in Aztec, are dim and cool in the long passage of rooms. The floor is fine dust that muffles sound so there is a profound silence…except for the whispers of the past and a strange feeling ‘someone’ has just stepped out of sight.
Between 850 and 1130 an entire people lived, loved and died in this place.
The Great Kiva (or meeting place) is the only reconstructed one in the Southwest. I posed Rick in a beam of light but when I printed the picture there was something else there. Is it just a bit of dust floating down…or were we not alone?
