I am a dreamer to my core; it is just who I am. That is simultaneously a curse and a blessing. I recognize how things are but imagine them to be better. There is no place better to do that than Mesa Verde
My first visit there seemed almost spiritual. I could almost see my ancestors living their daily lives. How they got there no one really knows. Why they left is pretty much the same.
The stone and adobe walls they built are still there. I touched them and dreamed I was among them. In their isolation they lived in peaceful harmony with nature. But that is kinda the Native American way, isn't it?
I would go back several more times and it always felt the same. I absorbed their world into mine if only for a few minutes. God willing, I will go back again before I leave this earth. My idealism and dreams needs a refill from time to time. For me there is no place in the world quite like it. A place where I can escape the dreadfulness of our times. Where I can immerse myself in an imagined Utopian world. We all need a place like that and Mesa Verde is that place for me.