When my youngest son was two and we lived in the shadow of this mesa he called it "Home, home Zuni."
My first full year teaching was in this ancient pueblo. I didn't know a lot about the southwest until I moved to Zuni. It was a learning experience, personal and culturally. I loved the heritage my students had and how their history went so far back on this continent that they emerged from it and found the middle place. I love the Zuni mountains they are striking on the landscape. My students are in their mid-twenties now, I still think about them and that year in New Mexico.