Dream: David and I are hiking in the Wichita Mountains. Our plan is to climb a huge tree into which are cut a large number of precarious moki steps. The tree leads to a completely unexplored area of the Wichitas. The climb is difficult enough that we wear harnesses and hook into ropes. By the time we get to the top, it is almost dark. David wants to camp at the top because he’s heard there is a magnificent granary nearby. I explain to him that, “We have no way to communicate with our women.” He agrees, and we hook in again and descend the enormous tree. At the bottom we discover the ornate granary he sought. It is painted in red, white and blue, which indicates to us that the natives who maintain it were “just here.”
I’ve wasted my life chasing one magnificent granary after another….