After the River

Once upon  a time, a great, grand, raging river

At first we had no words. Instead, we stood close together and stared and stared and stared. And the air was so dry our lips cracked as we gasped.

"Can you imagine, people lived here hundreds of years ago?" and people used to--still did-- in the wake of an ancient river. In the museum, they saved the little burros made of twigs that the Havasupai inhabitants made--and the dry, dry air kept safe for 800 years--in little glass boxes for the rest of us to see.