joles Canyon Lodge,"

It would be an utter impossibility to nam
Email: e all of the famous personages who have visited Frijoles o
r were entertaine

d at the old ranch place. The Commoners and the Nobility, people from the four comers of the globe came, some of them leaving a little remembrance or token of their appreciationÑa poem about the Frijoles perhaps, a card, a thank-you letter, an invitationÑthey ar

e too numerous to mention. In 1916, the area was created a National Monument and named in honor of Adolph DoEFrancis Alphonse Bandelier. It has been known as such ever since. But to the "old timers it is still the "Rio" or "El Rio de Los Frijoles." They remember the times they either walked or came on horseback from the north rim into the boundary valleyÑthe valley between ancient Keres and Tewa lands into a Hidden Valley clustered with the works of primitive Indians, the ruins alone being capable of revealing the incidents

of a buried and hidden past. Their heads are gray now and they remembe

• r with the semblance of tears in their eyes. From 1916 until 1932,
  the entire .area was under the administration of the United States Forest Service of the Department of Agriculture. At this tune it was transferred to the National P
• ark Service, Department of the Interior. Thousands of v
  isitors go to Bandelier every year chiefly just to look at this magnificent Valley of the Frijoles. A new modem highway
• replaces the old trail from the north cliff. The visitor
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• now drives down to the valley floor to
  spend an hour or so on a tour conducted by the National Park Service, to hear the story of how Indians lived in the cliff homes and in pueblos long before Columbus discovered America. They wonder about cliff dwellers while ravens soar above the valley floor and caw just as th
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  ey did four hundred years ago. They see the visible remains of the great kiva on the Canyon floor and stroll on to Puwige, the big community house. They view over two hundred excavated rooms, four hundred years old. They see the narrow passage through the east side and the remains of obstructions used to slow down the attackers of old. And then they climb
• to the base of the weathered and sun-drenched cliffs where many an Indian woma
  n swept rubbish from her kitchen out on to the steep slope and ground many an ear of corn on crude metate. Visitors climb into caves, the floors covered with dust and ceilings still blackened with smoke. They push the hands of the clock back to the Stone Age while the Keres to the south go on living on the banks of the muddy Rio Grande, apparently forgetting that there ever was a Tyuonyi, war or trouble; and while the Tewa
• s to the north, having settl
  ed themselves, seem to have forgotten their ancestral homeÑthe "Frijoles," the National Park Service strives to protect, preserve, and make the ruins in Hidden Valley live again. FRIJOLES, A HIDDEN VALLEY IN THE NEW WORLD CHAPTER I SOME TWENTY YEARS AGO IT HAS BEEN
• some twenty odd years since I, as
  a child, first peered over the north rim of Frijoles Canyon. This was not so long ago when one thinks of the hundreds of others, still alive, who passed this way before me. I do not pretend to be an an
• cient but the number of individuals who saw the Frijoles in those days are microscopic when compared with the multitudes who have, seen it since. There is not sufficient room here to discuss those who kne

w the place in the early

• days, long before my time, except to mention such personages as Adolph Ba
• ndelier, Charles Lummis, H. P. Mera, Edgar L. Hewett, Sylvanus G.
• Morley, A. Vadder, Jesse Nusbaum, K
• enneth Chapman and
• many others who
• have distinguished themselves in the field
• of archaeology or related fields. They all knew the place in its infancy, so to speak, and have contrib

uted their share to the story of primitive Pueblo Indians who lived in the and its affiliates such as Valley IERAof the Rio de Los Frijoles in times anterior to the coming of the Spanish. As I remember it, there was a short-cut road into the Frijoles, little more than a cow path which left the Albuquerque- Santa Fe highway just on top of La Bajada Hill. It must have been fifteen miles across La Bajada Mesa west to the Rio Grande. Over the rol

ling hills of mesa-land the gears of our car ground a good part of the way in low until the little settlement of Buckman on the banks of the Rio Grande was reached. Arrian by this name, Buckman used to cut and haul timber from the high p