Our hike two days ago was not up the scree slope, but seemed built of scree.
Here is the down view.
Going up to our right was the slope.
To our left was the view.
The little side trails led to the waterfalls.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: scree.
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Sadistic trail. Definitely would discourage runners — and maybe me.
What a lovely view.
That path looks like an ankle-twister. Hard to see where to put your feet and enjoy the view at the same time.
Yes. I have reached the age of stop when I take a photograph so that I don’t trip. That section was not terribly long, and the path further up was easier. We did wonder how they’d built it. By hand after the fires? That is a lot of rocks.