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The sunrise the next morning was also pretty good. I have the feeling there may be lots of sunrises and sunsets in your future travelogues.
My explorations took me into Laguna Pueblo, which is right next to Acoma. This pueblo has a strict rule against photography within their village proper, so I can't show you some of the interesting buildings and neighborhoods. However, I did get some shots in the mountains and canyons surrounding the village. One formation struck me as unusual, although I never learned its name.
I then came upon a road into Encinal Canyon, so gave it a try.
I immediately began to see stud piles along the road, a sure sign that wild horses are in the area. (Herd leaders leave these manure piles to mark their territory.) Sure enough, I soon came upon a small band of horses. While most of them ran a "safe" distance away, one brave (or naive) young guy never moved as I drove past him within five feet.
Farther down the road, I encountered some ruins. These were not the 800 year old ruins of the Anasazi I sometimes run across, but more modern structures perhaps 100-200 years old. It may have been a village, or possibly a mining camp, but I saw foundations for at least a dozen buildings.
I drove about eight or ten miles into the mountains, but found nothing more of interest. I'll never know where the road led as it wound its way higher and higher.
Returning to the main road, I took a road into Old Canyon that I had noticed earlier. It was a pretty drive with even more wild horses in several herds.