On Sunday we recovered from the rest of the weekend; the highlight was going to my dad's church and hearing him preach! (This photo of the sanctuary was from a few days earlier when we stopped in to check it out.)We got up early (again) on Monday to go hiking at Petroglyph National Monument.
Only the Rinconada Canyon trail was open because of washouts from a major storm Saturday. But it was amazing! Dad and Cynthia had been to the park several times, but never hiked
this trail. I'm glad he could go with us. These marks were made by indigenous people 400-700 years ago (some may be up to 3000 years old!), with additions left by early Hispanic settlers in the 1600s. Even with human depradation, they're well-preserved. Rinconada Canyon is home to 1200 petroglyphs; we saw probably only 100 (I think I photographed all of them). It was a beautiful day, with spectacular scenery.
After that sublime experience, we packed up and headed home. We stopped in Lubbock overnight (nothing remarkable there that we saw) and got home on Tuesday, just in time for me to turn around and head back out for rehearsal. No rest for the weary. :)
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