The dead and the living, dawn or dusk, on the domes and spires of all the west is ineffably beautiful. Its dry desert country crowds the libraries of heart and mind with volumes of inescapable yearning. The flaming glory of the sun scorches the path. So that touring, not too much unlike the dealing of cards, boot by boot plays wild into the landscapes new and fresh, left untouched by the societies of man.
Listen to “Ecstasy of Gold” by Ennion Morricone from the movie “The Good, The Bad and The Ugly” while you read this post for an enhanced experience. I know, kind of corny.
Thar’s drawings in them thar hills. Of which, I stumbled across quite by accident! Y’all will get some clues as to where, but in respect to those who came before us and the sensitive nature of the petroglyphs, I would rather leave this to…
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