This is the Pueblo, which has been here for over 1,000 years. The area was jam packed with people today, all watching the antics of the sacred clowns.
Finally, one (or this time two) of the clowns climbs to the top of the pole, to let what appears to be the symbolic fruits of the harvest down from the heights, and to sit on the very top of the pole. Rick's best guess is that the pole is 50-60 feet tall. And we think we remember a year where the clown actually stood on top of it. Pretty scary from the ground, and very amazing to watch.
As with all Taos Pueblo feast days, the traditions and language are held secret, and it's considered very bad manners to ask questions. I wish I knew more, but there we are... I wish I knew more about a lot of things. Lately the List Of Stuff We Don't Get to Know is getting longer and longer. And tomorrow, oh, I don't know... I think we'll just stay out of the way and hope for the best.