holy. smokes.
I don't normally possess much respect for rocks; we mutually coexist and try not to step on each other's toes (darn smug rocks). but this canyon's rocks were different. they were big. they were rocking (no pun intended). they were daredevils. however, this did not prevent us from treking out on cliffs teasing the infinite abyss below - especially the vitka fellow (to be further elaborated upon by word of mouth).
be not mistaken: the rocks are big, the canyon... bigger. it really is an impressive, perspective-placing oasis (minus the water and palm, and sand and dirt galore)
alrighty folks - we're Texas bound. a fitting quote from Mexican folklore, "dammit, Pedro. you can't do that to a baby goat." perhaps that was lost in translation...
til Texas,
Bert out.
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