You'd like it Bob, we may be camping on an old Salado ruin, if not there will be one close. Often I will pause when I cross one while hunting, squat and pick up a shard, look out to see what they saw every day of their life, imagining the smoke from thousands of ruins along the creek, babys crying, women grinding maze, hunters coming in... they were here and I'm here now... who will come after?
May the winds of good fortune blow across your family.
We'll be here again and there is always a place for old and new friends.
