It's warmed by the sun, protected from the wind, and although you can't see it from this direction, has an amazing view. Actually, this direction is kind of an amazing view, too, although it would be business as usual for the Anasazi.
"Yup," the Anasazi would say. "That be home. That's where I live. Y'all want to scoot up that ladder and join me for tea?"
I'm going to assume they steeped herbs to make various infusions - they may not have called it tea, but you know. Same diff more or less. They made fabulous pottery, durable and beautifully decorated. They farmed in the plush green valley below their lovely highrise condos. They had a nice life here in this canyon.
I've given a little thought as to whether or not I could become one. "Anasazi" means "Old One", so I'm good there. I can do pottery. The view is stunning. If I can bring my knit socks, I'm moving.