Growing up, we had a friend who lived in a hundred year old adobe with his family. They had no electricity and their running water came from spring water that was piped into a tank and then down into the house. There was an ancient sweat lodge on the property (called the "sweat"), that was by that time, full of black widow spiders.
It was neat going over to their house, because he was an Archaeologist, and he would always be showing us stuff as we were just hanging out.
Like he'd randomly bend over and pick up a small rock, and say something like "This may look like a flat stone, but it actually was used by the indians as a....." or if we saw a rock formation, "You know, the indians would come here and use this as a hunting ground for......, as you can see by the ....."
I just realized that with all that infodumping, he must have been an aspie, even though he was very jolly and social. He was a kind man, with hair down to his waist, and always had a tin of rolling tobacco that smelled like roses.
