Along the Tsankawi trail there are petroglyphs, caves, pottery shards and deep tracks worn in the volcanic tuff rock by visitors. This one seems to have a deer, at least one person, a tree, a spiral and and a circle with an X in it. The spiral is over 5 meters in the air. Were the Tsankawi really tall or have ladders or both? Imagination kicks in. Dad can I borrow the ladder? Angry dad says no way. A liberated ladder latter and a fresh smooth stone beckons. What to draw? Anything, everything it’s a sunny day. Long ago a great uncle drew a spiral. Something different – a deer. Centuries latter just about every other trace of a of a people, a way of life, is gone save for the etchers of rock. All of them – the strongest, the wisest, the noblest, the fairest, the most average are long dead and only the one patient enough to carve stone figures, presumably on a ladder dragged through scrub hopefully with some help, leaving any trace. Better hurry up and get this post etched onto plastic and thrown in a landfill as soon as possible.