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Perched on top of their remote mesas, the members of this small village go about their evening chores. Hunters are bringing home their evening kill and their women are cooking the corn, roots, nuts, and berries they collected that day to make a tasty meal.

The women know how to not waste anything of the animals that are killed. The bones will become tools and simple jewelry. The skins will become garments to cloth their loved ones in the months to come.

Some women are carrying jugs of water up to to cook the evening meal and wash the days dust off of their families. The children are chasing each other around and laughing. Over there some old women are trading shells and pottery, men are warming themselves around a fire and trading tales of valor of when they were still young. After a last check to make sure their ladder is up to protect them, our young man looks out over the village to watch the wisp of smoke curling up from different pueblos. Then he settles in by the warm fire to enjoy his woman's smile, his baby's laughter, and the beautiful sunset.

The Anasazi's story began during the ice age when they roamed across the land in skins, hunting only long enough to butcher an animal and gather nuts and roots. By 3000 B.C. they started to experiment with horticulture and building villages on the ground.

When some of the tribes fought, they started building into the cliff sides and onto mesas. As more people were born and more people joined them, the pueblo buildings grew to two or three stories high. Some larger ones had 400 rooms and 100 family members living in the cliff dwellings.

They prospered for many years between 7000 to 12000 BC. then they suddenly disappeared. It is believed they had a prolonged time of drought which caused their water and food to dry up, and their neighbors started to war with them. Their families were starving and their children and old people were dying. so finally the entire region was abandoned. The people of the cliff pueblos finally settled in new places and became the Zani Hopi and Tewa Indians of today.

The Navajo roam most of the valleys today. But, still when the wind comes whistling through the windows and the small dust clouds dance on the mesa you can still feel the spirit of the old ones calling to you on the wind.

Description
Perched on top of their remote mesas, the members of this small village go about their evening chores. Hunters are bringing home their evening kill and their women are cooking the corn, roots, nuts, and berries they collected that day to make a tasty meal.

The women know how to not waste anything of the animals that are killed. The bones will become tools and simple jewelry. The skins will become garments to cloth their loved ones in the months to come.

Some women are carrying jugs of water up to to cook the evening meal and wash the days dust off of their families. The children are chasing each other around and laughing. Over there some old women are trading shells and pottery, men are warming themselves around a fire and trading tales of valor of when they were still young. After a last check to make sure their ladder is up to protect them, our young man looks out over the village to watch the wisp of smoke curling up from different pueblos. Then he settles in by the warm fire to enjoy his woman's smile, his baby's laughter, and the beautiful sunset.

The Anasazi's story began during the ice age when they roamed across the land in skins, hunting only long enough to butcher an animal and gather nuts and roots. By 3000 B.C. they started to experiment with horticulture and building villages on the ground.

When some of the tribes fought, they started building into the cliff sides and onto mesas. As more people were born and more people joined them, the pueblo buildings grew to two or three stories high. Some larger ones had 400 rooms and 100 family members living in the cliff dwellings.

They prospered for many years between 7000 to 12000 BC. then they suddenly disappeared. It is believed they had a prolonged time of drought which caused their water and food to dry up, and their neighbors started to war with them. Their families were starving and their children and old people were dying. so finally the entire region was abandoned. The people of the cliff pueblos finally settled in new places and became the Zani Hopi and Tewa Indians of today.

The Navajo roam most of the valleys today. But, still when the wind comes whistling through the windows and the small dust clouds dance on the mesa you can still feel the spirit of the old ones calling to you on the wind.