After some chilly days higher up, even a dusty road walk felt good under a warming sun. Near the turn into the canyon, two parked trucks with NPS markings signaled company. As I reached the main creek bed, I looked toward the voices and saw three people on the hill across the way and another in the stream bed carrying surveying tools. I ascended to the ruin and broke through the catclaw to find a fifth guy taking notes in a binder and a sixth photographing the ruin. After snapping pics of my own, I asked a few questions and posed for the photographer as a typical visitor. The leader showed me some of the main pages in the binder. Three more Forest Service folks arrived just as I was leaving.