The Red Hawk & The Moon Men

In the near distance the green of the orange groves mocked us from
below, and great patches that were groves of leafless nut trees, and
there were sandy patches toward the south that were vineyards waiting
for the hot suns of April and May before they, too, broke into
riotous, tantalizing green. And from this garden spot of plenty a
curling trail wound up the mountainside to the very level where we
sat gazing down upon this last stronghold of our foes.

When the ancients built that trail it must ha...