This Anasazi grain store remains unchanged since it was abandoned in 1200 AD. Often nameless, and unmarked on maps, each ruin in the Grand Gulch appears to have it’s very own distinct features and personality.
Part of a larger remote backcountry ‘city’, this box like construction and oval entrance reminded me of a kiln for some reason. Faint paint daubs of primeval artwork can still be seen on the lower section, which contrasted immensely with the blood red of the morning’s reflected light on the alcove ceiling.
This light exists only for fleeting periods each day, which make for wonderful early morning hikes into these deep backcountry canyons