about noon
I could introduce you to Hayoue , to Zashue , to Okoya , and the rest . If we strike the time well , you may witness the Koshare at their pranks , and in their full , very unprepossessing ceremonial toggery . At Cochiti we take a guide , possibly Hayoue , and proceed northward in the direction of the Rito . For a number of hours we have to follow the base of the huge potreros , crossing narrow ravines , ascending steep but not long slopes , until at about noon we stand on the brink of a gorge so deep that it may be termed a chasm . We look down to a narrow bottom and groves of cottonwood trees . To the north , the chasm is walled in by towering rocks ; the Rio Grande flows through one corner ; and on its opposite bank arise cliffs of trap lava and basalt , black and threatening , while the rocks on the west side are bright red , yellow , and white . The trail to the Rito goes down into this abyss and climbs up on the other side through clefts and along steep slopes .