“You don’t often see pictures of anything but Cliff Palace, where the lookout rock hangs over and lets them take photos. But there are literally hundreds of houses set into the cliffs, sometimes just one, sometimes several, wherever there’s a cranny big enough to hold them. Nobody ever mentions the pueblo ruins on top, or the pit-houses that came even before those.” He sighed.
She was astonished at the knowledge he seemed to have about something she would have sworn would not interest the modern young. But he wasn’t through yet.
“There’s a museum up there with all sorts of neat things. A bookstore, too, if you want books about the mesa and the Indians and archaeological subjects. If you go up there, be sure you go through it. But the things I liked best are gone now.”
“And what were tho
