Its Time To Go

[BD]


Another one-eyed view of the reflected sunrise out the back window of the funmobile.  Followed by another roll-over and go back to sleep, not being ready to face the drive back to Nageezi, (wherever that is.)

So instead we jump on our bikes for a last desert ride, this time to Wijiji ruins.  It's brisk, and the trail starts out a bit sandy for our hybrid bikes, really more suitable for a mountain bike.  But soon we are rewarded for the effort with a riot of desert flowers.  (Keeping in mind that the term is relative to a desert setting that is typically a more drab olive green.)


All this was probably due to last night's showers which were hardly evident back at the CG when we got up.

Again a solitary ride to un-excavated ruins, however this time, the builders never finished the task.  No one knows for sure, but Val speculated that a huge vertical crack in a massive boulder right behind the site may have occurred during construction and was taken as a bad omen.













The recurrent theme of each of our explorations has been the solitude, the beauty and the almost sense of presence of the earlier culture who left us this gift.  It is incredibly difficult to leave.

Good Night Chaco