Wupatki Ruins and the Citadel Ruins, Arizona.
A testament to the logic and utility of working with local materials.
At Wupatki National Monument, just north of Flagstaff, there are some sweet ruins. However, it is the blowhole that offers the most appeal to some. It is a hole in the ground from which cold air blows with surprising velocity (sometimes it sucks air...depending on the pressure differential). Yesterday, it was blowing.
Laughed my ass off at the 'Fuck You, I'm An Anteater' thing this morning.
Today we officially sold our house in the desert of Nevada after ~12 years of occupancy and nearly 5 months of vacancy. We hope the new owners love it, but we are so glad to be done with it. We are officially and completely back in Arizona and loving life in our new home.
It was a great week in the field. Here is a virtual representation of where those photos came from.
So what? It was my 'lunch break' in the field and not a soul around. A week alone and mapping in the desert comes to an end tomorrow. Ready to be home.
Especially when it is Colorado River gravel way up high in the landscape.
I get paid (in part, at least) to look for rounded gravels in the
