The next day, having restored our journey, it was a pleasure for me to try to find the track to Betatakin, the most famous and, most certainly, the most beautiful and beautiful destroyed place in the whole of the West. In many places, there was no trace at all, and I was faced with difficulties, but in the end, without much loss of time, I entered a narrow, heavy entrance to the canyon, which I described as a surprise valley.
I climbed to a height above the huge stones, and along the smooth red walls, where I once swam Larkin, quickly moving, I entered the shaded rock, and wandered through thickets that were never free from the history that I conceived nature itself...
