





Alone.This was a pretty steep downgrade, no problem really.
But. BUT. There was a hole, a very, very BIG hole, that scared me enough that I forgot! to take a picture of it. Seriously. It was preceded by several small holes on one side or the other. I started out on the left, chickened out, backed up, and went to the right. Either way I was SURE I was going to slide down into this hole. Forever. And ever. I was mentally preparing for a six mile walk in the wild, wild, west, alone, to Carol’s house.
But I made it.
No kidding.
After a huge sigh of relief and a prayer of thanks, I kept going on.
Then I found this nice spot, parked, climbed up on the top of my car and had a nice lunch.There were several more holes, steep drops and rocky areas after that, but none as scary or impassible looking as the monster hole.
I got out many times to walk and explore this gorgeous country.
Ending my day at my friend and birder Carols house for a chat.
It was a good day.
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