I have discovered on this trip that quiet places seem more attractive to me than loud noisy places. I have known that for a while now, but it really came into play this trip. Doesn't it seem more fun to explore the labyrinthine rooms of Chacoan great houses than be pushed along a cliff dwelling that seems vaguely familiar while listening to less-than-enlightened tourists babbling about how " that Quasimodo dude with the trombone is called Kokopelli," or "the Kiva thingamagig was used for water storage." I'm not saying the people I've quoted here are stupid; It just drives me bonkers to be in a tour with them.
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