We spent a long weekend on the mountain in the cabin we own 1/8 of (LindenPines.com) and got a welcome respite from the twenty-some days already of 110+ temps in The Junction. The temps topped out at 78 and it was so breezy that while we picnicked at Fool Hollow Lake - (go ahead, I'll wait) - Herself had to wear a jacket.
The man who built the cabin, finishing it on 12/29/99 he says, stopped by with a companion whose mother tongue was not English for a tour. He hadn't seen the fireplace nor the finished basement. He showed us what he believes to be Anasazi ruins on the property, and the best places to scan the ground for pottery shards. We found a few shards with the same wavy, black on white thin striping as I had found a bucketful of up outside Snowflake twenty years ago.
We came across these bones, but my suggestions that boiling them for a few hours might make a decent soup were met with contempt exceeding derision.
Oh, and Snowflake is and/or is not eponymous. The town is named after two men, Mr Snow and Mr Flake. The Flakes are still prominent in the LDS community and in Arizona politics.
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