Sego Canyon Cave Paintings:
Fun story:
My roommate has a friend (that I am well acquainted with). Jacobi was staying with a friend one night, here in Utah, and it was late, somewhere between midnight and two in the morning; he heard a knock on the back door of the house, waking him up. Half asleep, he went to the back door to answer it, and he could hear his friend saying, "Hey, let me in!"
As he opened the door, Jacobi noticed that it was his friend, but he was standing there naked. He asked, "Bro, what are you doing?"
And he realized that his friend was upstairs and asleep.
As soon as he asked the question, his "friend" backed up, turned a dark shade, grew to a large size, and vanished.
Later, Jacobi drew what he saw.
It was the same image from the top photo of the figure in the middle, with the shadow coming out of the top.
SKIN-WALKER
Photos of Pueblo Bonita from the bottom, and the top!
Fossilized sea-shells!
Pottery shards that we weren't supposed to pick up, but we DID. Oops.
Photo of Pueblo Alto, where we found the pottery shards.
This is Yolanda, a Navajo woman we met at the Four Corners monument. She was kind enough to explain the meaning behind the designs of her pottery that had been passed out from generation to generation of her family. Everything from the way they made the clay to the painted designs are family traditions. It got me thinking that we, as white people and as a white culture, for the most part don't have anything like this that last hundreds of years and are passed down to our children from our ancestors that connects us to where we live.
Some folk art reminiscent of the clay dolls Navajo children would make out of clay.
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