I am a regular reader of Craig Childs, having enjoyed several of his previous books. When I saw copies of this book on a journey to southwestern archaeological sites, I knew I wanted a copy. That, along with my love of rock art. I knew Childs often wrote more as an essayist (philosopher?) than detailed factual accounts, yet I guess I expected a bit more from this book. For example, there are some nice sketches of rock art, but no photographs or drawings. It is really more an account of visits to sites during the pandemic and the effect that had on Childs and the region he often visits. He also tries to give the reader a sense of how one might approach this art or attempt to discern what it meant to those who made it (and the Native Americans who now visit it). So, I guess, in its own way, it is a nice addition to go with those book that provide detailed images of actual sites.