Just outside of Vaughn, NM a clan of cavemen was spotted by my trusty lens. 
At first I was scared to get too close.
I had no idea if they were a peaceful tribe. 
Did they carry clubs or sacrifice bears--I couldn't be sure.
As I got closer I could see that they did, in fact, use tools.
The young one in the green garment seemed a little camera shy. Would he hurl a rock at me? Was there a hidden spear in his pouch? These were two of the questions racing through my mind.
After a while it became very apparent the cavemen were not sophisticated enough to harm a flea. One was pointing while another stood scratching his head. They seemed oblivious to how cavemen should act.
Hunting food and protecting their women?
I seriously doubt they could pull that off.
But wait...
They were friendly...
And cute!
Perhaps the children saw a chance at a normal existence. Perhaps the woman with the camera could guide them in a positive direction.
The very young started emerging from various openings in the wall of many caves.
A metal tag with "LOBO" written across was my only hint at the ways of these ancient people. But what did it mean?
Their pet looked to be exotic and nocturnal.
I sensed right away that the woman in the bright tunic meant me no harm. After that I knew all would be fine, for I had found a friend.
Folks, this was my adventure as I remember it. As you can see from the happy look on my face,
