A once great people live among these mesas and canyons, living among the ghosts of the Anasazi, and I wonder if they realize how close they came to things going a very different way.
It is troubling to contemplate that their decline began with climate change. In this their lot is both an admonishment and a warning.
There is an alternate history story here someplace. Another reason for me to hang up at least one of my PR spurs and grab hold of the pen that mocks me from the pewter cup on my desk.