After taking the tour of the Acoma Pueblo, the guide told us we had two ways to get back down from the mesa: a bus or the steps. The steps had been cut into the side of the rock by the Native Americans and were the only way for the villagers to descend to ground level for hundreds of years. So as not to look like a chicken in front of my in-laws, I cheerfully agreed to climb down the side of the rock. As you can see from the photos below, the descent was not as simple as I thought. I made sure my father-in-law was ready to catch me at any time.

To clarify: I am NOT afraid of heights! I actually love heights. I'm just quite clumsy and have some depth-perception problems that make climbing down from the heights a bit sketchy!