Powell Power, The Continuing story.

We walked around the villages until my little heart was ready to explode with happiness. At certain points we had to shimmy up a SCARY LADDER and then held on to a chain whilst scaling a rock face to access / exit the cave.

The ladder:






Nbd. Just you know, the height of a 3 story building. If Mama Booth had been there, she would not have allowed it. Here's why:




I just love how no camera is able to capture the entire thing within the frame. DO YOU PEOPLE KNOW ME? I can't even help my dad put up christmas lights because heights kind of freakkkkk me out. But I just wanted to play in the village that much I guess. My legs and arms were shaky for oh, I don't know, the entirety of the tour. Worth it? Yes.



Notable occurrences: At one point, I climbed down into a pit house at one of the cliff dwellings to just, you know.... see what I could see. There was no one down there. And then, there was a funny asian mother / daughter combo who came down the ladder to make some model poses and take pictures. And then, out of NO WHERE, there was a very large, very frightening native american man in front of me. He reached out his hands in a very menacing gesture toward my person and said:



"Ha! Now I've got you!!" ...... Maniacal Laughter



And I flew out of that pit house like a bat out of native american hell.

Aside from being haunted by the ghosts of past residents disguised in modern day clothing, I am not kidding when I say that I would be perfectly content to find my own little cliff dwelling and move in. There are over 600 in the greater Mesa Verde area. I'm sure I could find one that would suit me just fine.

Also... I contracted some semi-wicked poison ivy from frolicking in the wilderness.

That is the price you have to pay to be one with nature I guess.