One of my cousins was married to an archaeologist-in the early 1980’s, he was in charge of one of the digs at Casas Grandes, so my husband and got hired on his crew on our vaca-to dig/sift/bag and document literally every bit of trash, etc. It was a wonderful experience to hold a part of the far past-and maybe my native ancestry literally in your hands.
Casas Grandes was sacked in a tribal war in the early 1300’s and the survivors took off to the Sierra Madre area-the burn marks on the buildings and livestock pens, scattered bones, etc were easy to see-it was obviously brutal.
The whole place is spooky as hell-especially the House of the Well (which is what it is-a building with a big well inside)-there is no amount of money that would keep me there after dark-there are shadows, rustling noises, and that feeling of being watched. But if I had the chance to go on a dig there again, I probably would...
Sounds like a great vacation!