I was asked to cover up because my tattoos are indecent and disrespectful to the elders there. I was happy to do so. The bus was just about full and I was the only single passenger which you get used to when traveling alone. Our tour guide forgot his phone to communicate with the buses once we're dropped off there. The other tour guide on the bus said, "Don't worry, if there's an emergency we'll send smoke signals".... I love that kind of humor.
|On the way up|
There was a woman selling fry bread, which I hadn't tried yet. A lady from my group made a comment about not eating fried food so of course I had to step in and buy one. Which, by the way was amazing; drizzled in honey with icing sugar and cinnamon. The same woman told me later that 'they' all decided it was ok for me to eat it because I'm so skinny. I told her I just wanted to try something new in a place like this.
The view from the top was fantastic. This is one of my favorite types of landscape.
|Church in the center of the pueblo|
We had the option to take the natural stairs down instead of riding the bus. I was the only one from my group who chose to do this but clearly not the only one to ever do it since people before me left their garbage behind. Man, that really irks me. I relished the time I had to walk back down by myself in the quiet of the rocks. It gave me a sense of how they must have lived and how hard it must have been to get all their provisions up to the top. Everything up there was carried up on shoulders or on top of heads. It puts things into perspective when I experience these things.
|first stairs descending|
|The stairs get a bit steeper|
|View from the stairs half way down|