This maze of cracked boulders the size of houses and jagged shards of sandstone like the tables of giants pitched at awkward hard angles.
You’d best be nimble with all four limbs and your feet and hands because you’ll climb and crawl and mount and squish and wiggle through tight passages under and over a moonscape of rock.
Up and down and across holding your balance facing one decision and then another to step here or leap there or grab this handhold or trust that foothold.
Lagging behind my young and strong son for most of an hour and my beating heart and dripping sweat and finally we come to the crevice, intimidating and towering.
You must climb a pitched ladder and inch over one boulder and duck under another and wedge between a narrow gap until you can pull yourself up and out onto the flat outcropping and suck the fresh air pay homage to the view.
