Living Memory: Around Pojoaque

 April 17th and 18th, 2025, were the final days of our Crow Canyon Archaeological Center's "Living Memory" tour/exploration. For cultural reasons, there were few opportunities for photos, which this blog often relies on. Hence, text.

 

Our visits took place in the general area of the Pojoaque lands, north of Santa Fe. Here's an outline of the Tewa-speaking pueblo territories in that region. (Click on any image to enlarge.)

On the 17th, we met Fermin Lopez, the Tribal Historic Preservation Officer at the Pueblo of Pojoaque, at the Buffalo Thunder Resort/Casino. (This pueblo has had its ups and downs in the past, including abandonment and resettlement.)

United with our escort/guide, we drove past a largely shuttered horse farm and, after parking, took a short hike across an arroyo and up a hill. The landscape spread out before us. Fermin pointed out cultural landmarks and answered questions from us and our expert, Scott Ortman, an associate professor at the University of Colorado, and former Director of Research and Education at Crow Canyon.

We drove back to the casino for a cool indoor sack lunch, followed by a visit to the golf course behind it.

The green areas are the watered in-bounds part of the course.

They may seem incongruous, but it's an example of the pueblos' early experiences with sovereignty, of diverse methods of moving forward. Our group stayed on the dry-area paths between holes; this photo is at the edge of a parking lot.

The tension here was between economic development (tourism) and altering the natural features, perhaps disturbing ancient sites. One path took us up a short climb to a gap, facing west. Along the way Fermin, a fierce advocate of preserving indigenous traditions, continued to provide us with background and insights.

 

After dinner back in Santa Fe, our group took a walking tour through the edge of town along the Santa Fe River. The clouds glowed.

As dusk fell we reached the Louis Montano Park, beautifully decorated in honor of Santa Fe's Aztec roots.

The 18th was the last full day of our trip. We drove north again, to Cuyamungue, an area across the highway from Buffalo Thunder. Then we drove a distance along a dirt road and walked further up a riverbed, encountering artifacts and even one tarantula. At times three pre-contact village centers were in sight. The drive back out was challenging, but we emerged without the need to push the cars.

 

Less than two miles north, we visited the Poeh Cultural Center and Museum, in particular for their Pottery Exhibit.

After lunch, our group visited the Old Pueblito, including the tribal headquarters. Fermin walked us through the site, explaining the features of the location, and lingering feuds over water rights between Anglos and the indigenous, as well as disputes between different pueblos. At one point we passed through a barbed wire fence with the assistance of Scott and Fermin. Near the end of our visit, Fermin notified the tribal police of possible picture-takers walking along a pueblo road (possibly related to the Good Friday pilgrimage). The young man took his job seriously.

 

That evening, we had our farewell dinner at the Hotel Santa Fe, in the Amaya dining room. This was an elegant treat!

 

Joan and I had one more small adventure on the 19th, departure day. Our flight wasn't scheduled to leave until the afternoon. One of the Crow Canyon Staff Members, David, let us accompany him on a short hike to check out a nature trail north of town for a future trip that would include bird watching. A drizzle fell, and as the drive to the trail gained altitude, it turned into snow. I hope David gathered all the information he wanted before driving us to the airport.

Joan and I greatly enjoyed the "Living Memory" program of the Crow Canyon Archaeological Center. 

Living Memory: Tsama Pueblo and Abiquiu

On April 16, 2025, our Crow Canyon Archaeological Center tour headed north for multiple visits: the Tsama Pueblo site, the remains of the Santa Rosa de Lima church, and a ceremony at the Penitente Morada in Abiquiu. We started out with an hour's drive to the north-northwest. (Click on any image to enlarge.)

The Tsama Pueblo is an ancestral village site, a few miles south of Abiquiu, inhabited from the 1200s until the arrival of the Spanish. April Brown, Southwest Regional Director of the Archaeological Conservancy, was there to admit us to the site. (It required cutting a strand of barbed wire because the gate was stuck!)

 

Our expert, Scott Ortman, handed out two maps, one an outline of what had been discovered,

and another pointed out significant alignments of the site with the sun's annual journey.

On the ground, at first it doesn't look like much ...

The view looking north is similar ...

but there was a lot to observe,

and Scott explained a great deal of what is known about the cultural life of the pre-Spanish Tewa people who lived here, including their version of a moiety system: every Tewa belongs to either the Winter or Summer moiety/clan, and each moiety has specific responsibilities, such as seasonal ceremonies, and particular rules, such as rank and marriage prospects. It was an engaging presentation.

 

From there, we drove to the Abiquiu Inn for a fabulous al fresco lunch. We were a touch early, so lunch ran long, but the excellent food was worth the wait.

 

Next, in the early afternoon, we visited the nearby roadside ruins of Santa Rosa de Lima. The settlement plaza was abandoned in 1747, but the church remained in use until the 1930s.

The marker

Approaching what's left of the church.

Scott stands in front of the entrance.

A cross is aligned with the entryway.

Then it was a short drive back to Abiquiu, where we attended a ceremony at the Penitente Morada, a recently restored 18th Century meeting house/chapel of the Penitente Brotherhood. These laymen are recognized for their community charity and religious practices, including penance rituals. Usually, outsiders are not allowed within the morada... but Scott can open many doors. I was definitely not hauling out my camera while within the pueblo, but I've scraped this photo of the morada from the web:

Today, two days before Good Friday, the brotherhood sang/recited the stations of the cross in Spanish. We observed quietly, sitting on a bench along the wall. Afterward, they returned to English, entertained questions, and asked us for the names of those for whom we would request a blessing. To be present within this sanctuary was a rarity among rarities.

 

Our little group had a lot to talk about over dinner back in Santa Fe.