We hiked out along the Peñasco Blanco trail.  The wash was full of fast-moving, muddy water.  Margaret tried a crossing near to where an arroyo ran into the wash, but she felt the ground move under her and she was sure it was quicksand.  I took off my boots and tried a narrow spot further downstream.  The bottom was firm, and I was across in a few steps.  I got my boots back on and took just a few steps before I saw a sherd of black and white pottery that had been uncovered by the rains of the past week.  There was another a few feet down the slope toward the wash, and beside that a small arrowhead of the type that would have been used for birds or rabbits.

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