way mountain pass drive to Ernest's follow-up appointment for wisdom teeth extraction*, we passed a vista point. Why haven't we ever stopped there, he asked? I don't know, let's stop on our way back. Well, I do know. Mostly he's in a hurry to get from one place to another. I do remember stopping there to breastfeed hungry babies but they wouldn't remember that, would they???
So we saw...
a rock carving
the spectacular vista ("that's a real trail down there!" says Ernest excitedly)
a leaning tree, with Ernest trying to duck out of camera range
older fire damage
and it was a little hot!
*He had the most uneventful extraction ever.
All the stories his friends told him about
how crazy they were coming out of the anesthetic?