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Tent Rocks, at the Bottom |
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| Tent Rocks |
Of all the walks I have been on, on this trip, this was my very favorite. No history, no culture, just rock. Worn by water, but more by the wind, these ‘hoodos’, rise up a hundred feet. There are many of them, but they’re in the center of the canyon, not seen if you don’t take the magical trail through tunnels of 3 foot wide worn rock, up and up to a central opening where maybe 8 turrets stand guard over the area. I liked them, loved the shape and that the wind would leave such towers and wear everything else away. But it was not until we made our way slowly up the steep, steep cliff wall above the stone pillars did the magic begin for me.
Positioned mostly together these beautiful teepee shaped structures appeared to be an animated castle. I couldn’t stop staring at them. I must have taken 200 pictures of them from above. It was the same feeling of wanting to be back with the ancient people, I wanted to know who lived in that castle, (I think I watch too much sci fi.)
We made it to the top, I am very proud of Sandy, it is quite a feat of climbing. As I watched the 360 degree view, Sandy’s fingernails dug into my flesh the whole time.
The walk back was slow, savoring the unbelievable gifts from nature.
This is a special place.
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