Petroglyph National Monument

In our family, an adventure hardly qualifies if we don't get lost at least once.  Really, no one can get lost like we get lost.  We got lost on our way to the Monument.  And once we were there, we got lost again. 

Getting lost is usually immediately preceded by someone telling us how

to get where we want to go and punctuating it with "You can't get lost."

That is the first sign that we're going to get lost.  All those words about rights, lefts, and stop signs are still swirling about in the space between us.  Only the "You can't get lost" gets through, and I know it's going to happen again.

This is a picture of the kids before they got grumpy about being lost.  See my little Mini-Mom trying to keep spirits up?  It wasn't long afterward that a great deal of consternation broke out among the troops.

Anyway, we weren't very lost.  We knew something was wrong because they told us we'd see hundreds of petroglyphs, and we'd seen two.

This was the first petroglyph we saw.  Our History major interpreted.
"Meet me at the raquetball court at 4pm."
Apparently, not all of the glyphs are prehistoric.

Fortunately, this ranger said, if you are up and you are lost or can't find the trail, just come down.  And, this being New Mexico, we could actually see where we wanted to go -- and the rattlesnakes were still sleeping -- so we cut down across the hill.

Honestly, you'd think it was like the time we got lost in Maryland when we couldn't see anything but trees.  We were on a hill and could see the ranger station.

When we got down the hill, we finally starting seeing what we were thought we going to see at the top of the hill.

I don't know if we saw hundreds of petroglyphs, but we saw a lot.  We took our time, looked around, and left feeling happy and satisfied.  Like we'd had a real adventure.