Your heart races as you make your way through Snake Canyon, looking for the entrance to the Cave of Time. About midafternoon you reach the familiar grove of pine trees near the cave’s entrance, only to find that landslides covered it over.
You are not one to give up easily. You search the floor of the canyon, looking for another way in. It’s not until the sun is about to go down that you find one, a hole barely big enough to squeeze through, hidden by clumps of sage. You crawl in on your hands and knees, and then along a tunnel that you hope leads to the main chamber of the cave.
The tunnel seems endless and keeps curving to...