Imagine the wonder of the Ancestral Pueblo People when they discovered the lush Frijoles Canyon, teeming with wildlife, trees, a creek running through it, and the canyon wall made up of soft “tuff” easily carved out into shelters. What a spiritual, magical place to visit. You get a real feel for life here in the early 1200s. Walking through the base of the canyon you could just imagine the children playing in the forest. We did not climb the 140 feet collection of steps and ladders to reach the Alcove House because it had started raining and we were worried about slippery footing. (That’s my excuse and I’m sticking with it!) I hope we will return some day!
Staying Salty On The Road 