We were trying to get to Meteor Crater in Arizona and took a wrong turn (courtesy of yours truly), getting off at Meteor City instead. I mean, a whole city of meteors, that sounds pretty impressive, doesn't it? Or perhaps a city by a meteor. Either way, gotta be good. And it was. An old trading post (not old old, probably from the 70s-80s), with half an adobe dome shuttered building protruding from a boarded fence running a derelict perimeter. The teepees still sport the original artwork of the trading post, plus lovingly accrued graffiti from over the years. Place doesn't seem abandoned too long, maybe a decade. Obviously still a meeting place for the local youth. One great, big, spirit catcher. Letting diesel-spouting beasts of metal sail through unobstructed. Corroding tarp down to bare bones.

On time:

Spirit Dancer Wigwam