Exposed by wind, an arrowhead made of red chert juts from pale sand at the edge of the driveway. Another day, a basalt mano — worn smooth on two sides from grinding corn — turns up in the field. Potsherds and stone projectile points show themselves now and then, along vanished tracks of the old ones. The ancestral pueblo people who left these tools are thought to have abandoned their village — whose ruins lie a few miles from my house — before 1200 CE, for unknown reasons. Whomever walked this … Continue reading
It’s All Unceded Land | Geneen Marie Haugen
