So this morning we spend a couple of hours revisiting the “amphitheater“, the space in the side of the ridge up Owsley Canyon that seems made to order for an outdoor concert. Looks like it could have been a prehistoric sports arena or an old rock quarry or collapsed cave or something like that. Anyway, as usual, Kim and Charlie were soon lost to my view as we hiked the trail that spirals from the canyon to the top of the ridge. I had last seen them a quarter of a mile away, but they don’t wait for me while I fritter away my time with the camera. So when I realized they were far, far ahead, I cut away from the trail and climbed straight up the steep, rocky terrain, hoping to reach the ridge summit so as to then follow it east to the top of the amphitheater. By the time I got there, I saw Kim and Charlie again, far below me, but they had already arrived, resting at the outer opening of the amphitheater. Okay, here goes:
