Listening at the Gate
As we walked a low ridge we came upon a mystery: a dozen square feet of desert pavement formed by gray Archaic potshards and eleven fragments of chert knives, none from the same knife. 74 more words
2 days, 16 hours
Stone circles. Dozens, possibly more than a hundred.
Most of them consist of a single course of unworked rocks in a ring five or six feet across, usually on a high place. 157 more words
Early in the day we saw a bright, limber young bullsnake, the diameter of a thick pencil, its body many tiny wiggles instead of the sober curves of an adult. 101 more words
1 month, 1 week