A profile portrait of the White Rim. It gets quite thick here.




Mmmmyes, Black Crack. Looks fairly innocuous, eh?  It is about 3 feet wide, and 65 feet deep. That along with the gusty winds that decided to kick up right then made for some nerve-wracking picture taking.



Perhaps my imagination is overactive, but as I stood astride this gaping chasm I had a pretty vivid mental image of what would happen to my body as it tumbled and clattered down into the void, and the abrupt, wedgy stop at the end.

OK, enough of that, let's expand our view a bit.



Ah, better.  Evening's light from Candlestick.

Another great meal (buffalo burritos, with grilled veggies and fresh salsa) More stars, sleep of the just. And blueberry pancakes for breakfast.

The next and final day started with brief warmup before a nice little side excursion into a slot canyon in Holeman Spring Basin.








Azurite embedded in the walls.


Cross-Bedding.  Yes Virginia, there is climate change.