Imagine coming to the edge of that cliff and looking down. There is no way you’d know there were people living right beneath you. Well, unless you approached from where I’m standing, then all bets are off.
And a mix of Y. baccata and an Opuntia.
Still, if I managed to suspend the critical voice for a bit it was a very amazing place. At least the smoke on the ceiling hadn’t been cleaned up.
Once we were back in the visitor’s center I felt transported back to grade school…look at these old time informational displays!
Before we left the park we drove around a bit to places where you could look down on other cliff dwellings…
…and coming across this fellow out for a stroll, Hello Mr. Coyote!