You have heard of the Pecos river, and the Santa Fe trail, but have you heard of the Pecos National Monument? Until now, neither had I. This stop is something most people can do in two hours or less. Here you will learn about a Native American culture that met up with Spanish culture, and American mutts in a span of about 60 years. There grew a large city of about 2000 natives. They say disease ripped them apart and the survivors all moved. In looking at the area, it is my belief that the water receded due to the area becoming more arid with time, thus making water for their city more difficult to acquire. Regardless on your take for the demise of this pueblo city, it is very interesting due to its history. These people encountered Cortez and his band of outlaws, then later on hosted one of the western most battles of the civil war between Union and Texas soldiers. When you get here, make sure your walking shoes are on!
Once inside, you will find a bunch of broken pots that archeologist found and glued back together.
Here are some bigger pots. There are story boards around the room, but I forgot what the said.
Well we did the mental work out in the museum. Now the work begins! We take a long walk around the side of a hill. I think the park service felt we did not get enough exercise, so they added a few miles of walking path between the digs we are supposed to see.
Big thing on hill. I think it is our destination, but the trail goes the other way.
Rock walls everywhere.
Sarah waits for us old folks to catch up
In the meantime, she captures a flower.
Native Americans, nothing but a band of slave traders. It’s better to belong to a strong well-armed nation, than to be sold on the auction block. This proves that good defense beats passivism. War and slave trading go back as far as history itself. We need a well-organized government of the people and for the people.
Found a rabbit hole. Sarah and Athena head on down for a look around.
Not much here
Strange place this place
Sticks hold up the ceiling
We thought the round rooms would make great houses, but he they were used for religious ceremonies. Hmm… I wonder what they used down there to form their visions.
Looks like a room with no lid
Coming on a Spanish Church, it looks as though it has seen better days.
Revolt, and they broke the church building
The church was abandoned, not much left today, of it or the village
A veranda of the church where those in authority could address their commoners.
Well, the commoners moved on and these little trails of mud bricks are all we have, to know they were here. All civilizations are subject to rise and fall. Even in our day, and in our country, you can see the darkened halls of what were great shopping malls. Strip malls with no smiling faces peddling their wares, mining towns with no one mining. As the weather changes our needs, wants and desires change. With that the winds of change move us from one place to another leaving behind bare land and empty shells while we fill new places with new ideas and new passions. Maybe someday a future tribe will dig up my car and speculate what religious purpose it served.
Have a good evening and good night