On this day, I spent hours searching the side canyons for ruins with no success. The day was getting on and the sun low, when I decided to check out just one more cove. I climbed up to the ledges at mezanine level and traversed out. The first sign was a small, grey grain bin plastered into the wall. 50 feet further was a small painting of a bison. Then, around a corner and in the full blaze of the winter sun, was a great little 4 room ruin with interesting grain bins. The sweet smell of success.