Hiking around the area proved to be surprisingly difficult - I wouldn't suggest bringing along Grandparents for a picnic on the rocks. We climbed, we slid, we jumped, and we crawled through tight spaces with packs on our backs and cameras in hand. We led ourselves to the edges of boulders too big to jump around on, so we headed back up to a flat area on them above us to have a quick snack.
It was interesting to see that we had not been some of the first to climb on the rocks in the woods, as we came across lots of garbage, some simple graffiti, and even a lost flip flop that reminded me of Stephen Chalmers' work - especially after professor Rolinson shared the story of a man being pushed off the rocks and sent to his unfortunate death. Needless to say, I did not have a painful accident. I simply enjoyed the fresh air, the beauty around me, and the freedom to venture through the outdoors like a child.
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Don't step on a crack...