One day I thought I would climb a nearby rocky hill.
Almost there.
Starting the climb.
I made it.
One out of focus photo as proof.
The view back towards camp.
You can just barely see the Little House on the Highway in the upper right portion.
I didn't know there was a trail down there. I used it on the return.
The only living thing on top, plus a few flies.
Looking down into the basin on the other side.
The only graffiti on the rocks, amazingly.
If it is 77 years old is it still graffiti? I don't think so.
4 comments:
It's difficult to judge the scale of these places till I spotted the Little House on the Highway lurking in the distance. It's certainly a desolate place, but an oddly attractive one.
Desolate.
Beans made a pretty picture of you! Had to enlarge the photo to find the Little House, Quite a distance in a remote area.
I assume Beans decided to stay at home this time, or did you leave her in charge of the camera? Stunning landscape.
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