After the altitude sickness scare, we found this little babbling brook. Sometimes a change in plans can lead to wonderful things!
We’re up above 10,000 feet here in Great Basin National Park. My traveling companion started getting a headache and feeling lightheaded, so I forced him to head back down. Altitude sickness is not something to mess around with. (Besides, a thunderstorm was brewing. Nothing about the situation was good.)
Today was so exciting! They let me drive for a bit!
I can’t figure these rocks out. They’re too roundy. There’s no hoof-holds on any of them!
I don’t understand how there can be so much space with so little greenness in all of it. How’s a Goat supposed to live in a place like this?
Cliffs! River! Hairpin Turns! Tunnels! This road was a spectacular drive! Too bad my driver didn’t get a chance to see any of it because he was too busy trying not to fall off the road the whole time.
Buffalo, Party Marmot, and I spent the afternoon trying to find famous people here in Vail. No luck.
Hanging out, gazing at the river in the canyon below. This is what I call adventure!
I bet this was a perfectly good cliff face, until they put these pointless stairs in.
“Dangerous Cliff Edge…” Can I go play?