This photograph shows all of us that ran Hovenweep that summer. From my essay, "A Summer at Hovenweep": Rachel, another volunteer, had the whole staff collecting bones for her art project back in Iowa where she was born and raised. Her vegetarianism always left her at good-humored odds with Jim, a meat-and-potatoes 32-year army veteran who was active in the Republican party; Jim came to Hovenweep because there was good fishin' around. Another Jim, who was a reverend in an obscure religion, performed the wedding ceremony for our chief ranger, Don, a full-blooded Ute Indian, and Kristi, a former volunteer at Hovenweep, atop the nearby Sleeping Ute Mountain.

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