Wow. I don’t even really know where to begin with this post.
Recently I accepted a spur of the moment invitation to try and find some secret ruins in an elusive and magical area nearby in southern Utah. Going on just a hand drawn map, some rudimentary plots, and a compass, my adventure buddy Paul and I headed out for a day filled with bushwhacking, steep climbs, stunning views and lots of laughs. We didnt know if we’d actually find anything but it was a beautiful day so… why not?
Several hours of dodging branches and climbing up and over ledges and rocks, we came to a promising looking cave.
As we got closer, we could see the signs of ancient life — pottery sherds, metate stones (these are rocks with grooves used to grind corn), pieces of woven baskets and ancient corn cobs.
The real treat was the buildings.. still standing.. beautiful and awe-inspiring. As we both looked on in amazement, feeling grateful to see such a cultural and significant site, we made sure to be as careful as we could not to step on or disturb the area, took a few pics, said thank you and navigated back through dense trees and sandy tracks.
In this weird, uncertain time, it comforts me to see remnants of a flourishing past. A culture who had their share of difficulties and perseverance. Each day was a struggle for survival.
I know a lot of people are going through this now. Please friends, stay safe and remember to try and do something that makes your heart full each day, if you can find the way.