|You could ride into the Canyon if your brakes fail - ha ha|
So while I had a few cups of coffee and a bit of breakfast, I let the Sun start up the Day.
|Needed long-sleeves this morning|
I sped right into the parking lot of the Mummy Cave Pull-out - I brought money because I wanted to buy a necklace for Little Egypt from one of the Navajo guys I see and talk to who sells jewelry on the sidewalk. No one was there - I think that means tourist season is over?
Very quite and serene. The air is clean and the sky brilliant - I walked out to the very edge. Probably about a mile to the other side, and easily 600 to 900 feet down. Sitting quietly I hear the echos of ravens, and sometimes a whirl of wind. Below where I'm sitting on the edge is Mummy Cave. I'm not sure when, but when early tourist were here (over 100 years ago) and looters, they found people buried in the ruins - the Anasazi or Ancient Ones.
Further south from here, and about a mile away in this same Pull-out is Massacre Cave. Spanish soldiers were chasing some Navajo circa 1800, and a group of women and children were hiding in a cave on the cliff. The Spanish couldn't get to them but they did fire at them for several hours at the cave's entrance - bullets ricocheted into the cave from off the wall and that killed most of the people. Their bones are still in there according to the people (who do not disturb the cave) and mentioned in a book I read about the rock art written by Campbell Grant in the 1970s.
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There is a nice lookout that you can walk around on with a railing. I would not venture too close the edge because the rocks can be loose and a fall would be fatal. Still I see tourists, mainly European, with their little kids, sitting on the edge of the Canyon with their feet hanging over.
|Glass and Bones|
|Pony Fast Bike|
|Dave Glasgow, Tucson, Arizona|
Dave was able to meet John and I for an evening meal, which really cheered him up. We insisted he eat - he looked very thin - and the owner of the restaurant, the Indian Oven, who was a friend of Dave's brought more and more and Dave got his appetite and ate hardily.
John had told me that he had seen Dave a few weeks before, and he looked in really bad shape. I called and left messages for Dave, letting him know I was driving down to Tucson. He did leave me a message while I was pumping some gas on my drive down, and told me he got my messages - that he'd been injured - and that it was very hard for him to reach his phone.
Anyway, it was good to see him and although he's older, he's still a force of energy and enthusiasm.
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