I find it partly by accident and partly by the memory of having been there half a lifetime ago.
The descent into the canyon is slow and rugged, but soon enough the pinon and juniper part, revealing the castle. In the bottom of the canyon, a small spring is surrounded by cottonwood trees. A pool of water in the sandstone welcomes all who follow the path through the trees.
The castle itself was built nearly 800 years ago, and abandoned by 1300 A. D. All that remains are the buildings themselves, a few stone tools and potshards.
This is a land of ancient mysteries, some preserved, some yet to be discovered. This land calls to me, and I return, again and again. The sense of wonder feeds my soul.