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Luckily Nell had one day off in common with Liz. They decided to explore some of the arch sites incognito—no uniforms—but in between the tourists. With John’s approval for the experience, they drove out to Wetherill separately from the rest of their coworkers. It was nice, being able to stop along the way, without the hurry and worry of getting out to work on time.
Hiking down with the tour, making faces at Steve as he tried to be the all-knowing, all-caring ranger, Nell and Liz watched as the group started to climb up the ladder to the upper ruin. Steve had climbed up first, something they all tended to do, showing that it was safe. He hung over the broken wall at the top to encourage the tourists, helping those that needed a hand. It wasn’t as scary a climb as the one entering Balcony House, a cliff dwelling on Chapin Mesa that was in a precipitous alcove, but some of the visitors were shaky. Nell and Liz were in the back of the line, behind a man built like one of the sandstone cliffs, his broad back barely covered by a racer back tank to show off his many tattoos. His shaved head glittered in the sunlight, sweating even in the relative cool of the day.
Nell nudged Liz, lifting her pointed chin towards the woman climbing up the ladder. She was Sasquatch’s woman, dressed just as haute couture in a spaghetti strap tank that barely supported her most likely artificially enhanced endowments. She looked like a sprite with two beach balls attached to her front, petite except for the tank puppies. Her little feet were unstable on the ladder, wearing slip-on, kitten-heeled mule sandals, as purposeful as the shabby chic repurposed jean mini she wore. Steve was still watching from above, no doubt treated to a panoramic view of her massive attributes. Nell squeezed her face tightly as she repressed a guffaw. The man in front of them was growling.
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