Winky has a bad case of hyperactivity. She insisted we go on a hike up to an Indian site that was at the top of a very steep pinnacle. Why in the hell did the warriors go up there in the first place? There can be only one reason, they were under attack by someone. Up on that precipice there is no water, nowhere to farm, no nothing except cliffs all around. That is where you go when someone is after you.
This was only the second time we had been to the spot. On our first trip we found very little, but the recent fire revealed a much bigger site. On the first trip we found no pottery shards, but this time we found lots, and some very big pieces. Also found a couple of unusual pieces.
The opportunities to fall and get hurt were endless, but we both made it back unharmed. Strangely we came back to camp to find out Rita fell and broke her wrist on a much milder hike. Kadizzle thinks our whole gang needs to come to grip with our age. We have been doing a lot of things old people should not. Winky has had some spectacular bike crashes and it is amazing she remains unhurt. The helmet the other day saved her skull, also probably kept the rock from being hurt.
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