I was very pleased with my composition here, until I saw in the gift shop that this exact picture has been taken about a zillion times. This is the roof of the kiva, looking west.
Inside the kiva, I perform that most important modern ritual: trying to get a nice photo. I succeed.
Back down on the valley floor, we are stuck in the park for a spell, as the only road out is closed temporarily while some big trucks are operating (I think they were working on the roadway). So we wander north a bit into the beautiful, quiet old-growth forest. It's so peaceful, with only a few people wandering amongst the big trees, and very interesting indigenous fauna like the tufted squirrel (saw one, but he refused to pose for a photo)... this is also mountain lion country still, but you'd probably have to hang around a long time to spot one. I didn't want to leave- next time I'm around here, I really want to do some hike-in camping.
Next and Last: Rio Grande gorge, etc.
