Long story short, 30 years ago while rafting the upper San Miguel, we stopped at a very unlikely spot to wait for another raft. I climbed a bluff to get a view of the other raft, and there on a shelf of rock set back into the bluff was a bunch of pottery shards and an intact jar. It was cracked, and the lip was chipped, and it had a faint design painted on it.
My first instinct was to take it, but I didn't think it was likely to survive the raft trip, and I said to heck with it and put back exactly where I found it.
I doubt if I could find that spot again after all this time.
Casey
Not being married to any particular political party sure makes it a lot easier to look at the world more objectively... Having said that, MAGA.
