Tag: Native American Ruins
January 26 – April 18, 2023 This post is all about the ruins we saw in Oaxaca. I know, if you have seen one crumbling building you’ve seen them all. Still, for me, like everything else, there are subtle differences,…
January 15 – January 21, 2023. While we were in Puebla we made a few excursions. Within 45 minutes to the south, north, and west we found ruins and Pueblos Magicos. So we loaded up our friends in Ballena Blanca…
January 5 – 10, 2023. When we left San Miguel de Allende we had one more stop in the state of Guanajuato, the ruins of a pre-Hispanic settlement called La Cañada de la Virgin. Of all of the attractions in…
April 24, 27, 28, & May 1, 2019. Last spring we visited Mesa Verde National Park, and Bandelier and Navajo National Monuments. These sites contain prehistoric dwellings of the ancestral Pueblo peoples. I’m combining the three sites into one post….
January 26 – February 2, 2019 The first time we took a city bus was in Oaxaca. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a good city camping option in Oaxaca City so we ended up at a campsite that, although close to the…
January 12 – 20, 2019. We left Mexico City at first light. Just like when we were planning our drive into the city two weeks earlier we spent a few days before our departure studying our route – the shortest…
January 2 – January 9, 2019. I’ve been feeling a bit jealous. In the US there were concerted efforts to erase the traces and culture of indigenous populations. Some of my ancestors may have been part of these efforts. But…
December 21 – December 27, 2018. I was going to write something all insightful about friendship, connections, and people you meet on the road for this post but instead have decided to write about the most fun I have had…
December 13 – 16, 2018. Finally, we turned in from the coast. It had been getting warm and we were ready for a change. We headed towards the area of my Mexico map that I had created last summer dotted…
April 18 – April 19, 2018. Duwan calls it “hundering”. It’s a mixture of hunting and wandering, often triggered by a chance conversation with a fellow traveler. Back at Gold Butte I was practicing accordion songs. I thought our only…
