MARCH 22, 2014 (Saturday)
Woke up to beautiful, glorious sunshine again!
Michael got up and left around 9:30 AM to see the Maxwell Museum of Anthropology. Lexi and I had no desire to see it so he went by himself. He was back with lunch within a couple of hours. He said I would have really enjoyed it because it was the type of museum with the cave dwelling information and not so much about what he liked.
I read about this place sometime ago. I am so interested in how civilization gets passed from one generation to the next. I think the roots of crime are found in the failure to pass the values and agreements to the next generation.
A mother carrying wood, a child and a dog.
Accurate depiction of a lion ant, common to this area.
My favorite, two stylized sheep.
Edie loves the cliff dwelling sites, she should have seen this exhibit.
Two headed fish, my least favorite and the gift shop was overrun with it.
The climate was so different 35,000 years ago.
This is now added to the bucket list next time we come through, along with Mesa Verde and Aztec Ruins.
Looking forward to seeing Chaco Canyon.
They had slits in rocks that projected daggers and depending on the location on the pattern told them it was the vernal or autumnal equinox.
A time to reap, a time to sow.
I could drink from this cup.
I could cook here.
Simulated cave paintings.
Evolution of eating.
Art throughout the ages.
Once back here, Michael and I left to go to the Sandia Peak Tram. We took the tram to the top. It was exciting and beautiful and cold. The trip up was about fifteen minutes and the “operator” pointed out different things. Michael didn’t have his jacket so we didn’t spend a lot of time on top of the mountain. Glad we saw it. After that we went to the petroglyphs.
A Studebaker on the way to the tram.
Interesting plant outside the tram base.
I think about my age, or maybe a little younger.
Above 6,000 at the base.
We climb about 4,000 feet.
Golf ball rock.
This column is 7 stories high.
Two hard cable trams, when we pass we are exactly half way. When one docks at the top, the other docks at the bottom.
A rock cabin built by the CCC.
Why didn’t I bring my coat?
Back at base.
The conductor said this rock looks like Nixon.
Stopped at the visitor’s center and then drove to Boca Negra Canyon, Very interesting. There was lots of ancient art work. Then we drove back to our motel. Pretty much that was our day.
Inside the visitors center. It was once a private residence.
Lovely in the desert.
A grinding spot.
Frozen flow of lava.
The suburbs encroach. The mountains opposite was where we were just on top.
A better view of where we just were.
We both really like the curved adobe construction, with softened corners and earth tones.
This looked more like a meteorite to me.
Edie tracks our journey in yellow highlight.
We are going to send Lex out to get our dinner and then we will call it a day. Hope yours was great!