There's an outlook on the drive out of Mesa Verde called Geographic Point, and it was there my wife Shirley insisted we stay and watch the sun go down. I wasn't as eager about it as she was because I was hungry and wanted to get down into Cortez and find a restaurant. Besides, as the afternoon faded, it got breezy and fairly chilly up there. But, all in all, I'm glad we stayed. The sunset, as you can see from these pictures, was arresting. The peak in the distance is part of "The Sleeping Ute." The mountain is formed by the chief's arms folded on his chest. I wish I could show you the scene to the north and east, which is stupendous from there. But we neglected to take a picture of it.