shovelbum
Observer
Nothing novel or extraordinary here, just a few notes on a quick adventure. I'm a graduate student-slash-archaeologist and have long felt hypocritical for working in the Southwest (mainly the Mimbres and Hohokam regions) and never having been to Chaco Canyon. I've read about it and seen pictures, but of course this isn't the same. In talking about Chaco, my nine-year-old son Riley became interested as well. I promised him that we would both go there soon, a father and son adventure. But soon stretched on as my little free time was eaten up teaching field schools, helping friends on their projects, doing research, working here and there, and so forth. My summers were always tied up and my spring breaks never coincided with Riley's.
Well, enough was enough. We had time between Christmas and New Years and I decided we were going to Chaco. Everyone said it would be far too cold this time of year, but time had become the critical factor, not weather. So we headed out.
Well, enough was enough. We had time between Christmas and New Years and I decided we were going to Chaco. Everyone said it would be far too cold this time of year, but time had become the critical factor, not weather. So we headed out.