In spite of what a life-long obsession with flying might seem to indicate, I am actually scared of heights! For some reason the man-made wonders of hot air balloons, airplanes, and the mere presence of a steel barrier embolden me, and give me the freedom to enjoy amazing perspectives of the planet, looking out from above.
However, the likes of cliff edges, tiny mountain trails and winding roads with sheer drop-offs, turn my legs to jelly and induce a yucky, nausea in me. It’s something I hate, but which pushes me more to literally go out on the a ledge sometimes… well, if it’s worth it! And the Mesa Verde cliff dwellings were definitely one of those places.
Some time around the 10th century the natives began moving down from living on the top of the plateau and began the precarious life on the edge. They scuttled up and down ladders, from ridge top field to the next and routinely wandered around next to a huge drop off!
