Poor man's SUV [Holly Pueblo]

We ditched the hiking routine and rode our folding [Lorraine calls them gerbil] bikes six miles up to Holly Pueblo. The last two miles are a dusty, rock-strewn road barely navigable for SUVs. But we made it the whole way and didn't hit a single cow.

One of the real treasures and pleasures of these pueblos is that if you stare long enough you see little erroded structures emerge from the rock.Read more