A view from Turtlehead, just above the saddle.
Jenni testing the water in the early stages...perhaps that should be testing the boulders.
Striding out...it's an incredible feeling being in such an environment.
Climbing up. Sometimes, it's difficult to grasp the extent of the boulder/rock covering.
Some scaling going on in the background.
'Is that Las Vegas again?' "I'm afraid it is." Hard to get away from the 'Strip'.
Sitting in a wonderful position at height, we admire the positioning of the lone tree and wonder what the engineer who designed the road below was drinking...um...thinking.
Confronted with 'a leap of faith' or a wise retreat.
'I wonder whether those rocks below are softer than they look.' We pose the question as we noticed that many of the rock climbers carry mattresses with them to place below their climbing route. When we first saw this we did not understand whether they were campers, or lazy day-hikers or porters. We asked a couple of youngsters and learned of the safety function of these items.
There's that city again. Enjoyed the reflection of the sun off the building in the middle. (We think it, the shining, might in fact have been a code sent to us following a clandestine meeting we attended recently. We've probably mentioned too much already. Kindly keep it to yourself.)
Reaching the end of the line, perhaps, the proverbial tree-line.
Enjoyed the coloring very much, excluding Jenni's windbreaker.
Reaching the water tank, too.
Love it despite it being close to a repeat.
The rocks are distinctively separate in color and yet seem similar in formation and texture.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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