You should see the road into the park! Holy cow! Steep grades and switchbacks like I’ve never seen. No worries though, the F450 took to it like it was a Sunday stroll in the park. The campground was made for little trailers and small class C rental motorhomes which we see everywhere in this part of the country. The spot assigned to us was on a uphill curve and I had to back down around a overgrown bush/tree at about 120 degrees with a uphill ditch on the other side so little room to maneuver. We got it but it wasn’t fun to say the least.
The first group to settle here lived up on top of the mesas in houses that they built into the ground called pit houses. Picture a square hole in the ground with a wooden timber roof structure packed with mud and brush. They lived in these to be close to their crops of beans, corn and squash that they cultivated. As the land was plentiful the Indians began spreading out over the Mesas as the families grew. The age at which they got married was believed to be around 13 with a life expectancy of 30 so I could only imagine at the rate the families grew.
Later they began to build above ground homes of stone,again on top of the mesas near their crops. Some of these homes were like apartment complexes with many connecting rooms.
The last group living there were the ones who began living in the really interesting cliff dwellings. It was believed that they moved to the cliffs as families and groups for many reasons but no one knows for sure. Some think it was to better pass the long winters by building on the southern exposed cliffs. Others think it was a defensive move yet there were no signs of war and the Europeans had yet to touch north America.
We took tours of the two largest cliff dwellings, Cliff Palace and Balcony House, both very interesting and pretty well preserved. The guides were very knowledgeable and presented well, telling us where they sleep, cooked, stored food and had ceremonial meetings. What they couldn’t tell us is what they did with their dead and where they went to the bathroom. There were no signs of either to be found. The trail to and from them was also very interesting- having to climb wooden ladders, crawl through a short tunnel and scale the side of a cliff.
Horn in the tunnel