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06/25/2004 Entry: "Ancient Settlement"

I don't know why, but stories like this one make my eyes go bloodshot and endorphines squirt around in my brain.

SALT LAKE CITY June 25, 2004 — For more than 50 years, rancher Waldo Wilcox kept most outsiders off his land and the secret under wraps: a string of ancient Indian settlements so remarkably well-preserved that arrowheads and beads are still lying out in the open.

Archaeologists are calling it one of the most spectacular finds in the West.

Hidden deep inside Utah's nearly inaccessible Book Cliffs region, 130 miles from Salt Lake City, the prehistoric villages run for 12 miles and include hundreds of rock art panels, cliffside granaries, stone houses built halfway underground, rock shelters, and the mummified remains of long-ago inhabitants.

The site was occupied for at least 3,000 years until it abandoned more than 1,000 years ago, when the Fremont people mysteriously vanished.

I get this weird feeling also when I look at pictures of James Hampton's throneroom, or of UNIVAC, or when I listen to Debussy's "Sunken Cathedral", or when I hold my crash cymbal, a 90 year old made-in-Istanbul Zildjian K, on my lap and appreciate its hand-hammering.

On the other hand, my favorite part in This Is Spinal Tap is the Stonehenge scene. I laugh till I cry everytime.

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