Continued from part 1...
The rain finally tapered off sometime after sunrise, so we made the thickest coffee ever (French roast, Turkish-ground, “mud” style), and headed out.
Here’s the view from the top, looking east.
Me, courtesy of David. It felt like we were near the top of the world.
A bit further down the trail, looking west.
We encountered a weird shelter similar to some summit shelters I’ve seen on 14ers. This one turned out to be the Loch Lomand overlook. It appears to have been built, little by little, by passersby who contributed, one rock at a time, to its construction. It has at least five distinct rooms and reminded me a little of the old, primitive habitations at Chaco Canyon.
…And here’s a bald guy bemused by the unexpected appearance of a mail drop box installed there as a container for the trail register. :-)
Someone had also erected a 9/11 memorial.
Now that’s a room with a view.
We were about to leave, when a patriotic chipmunk showed up. Gotta snag that photo-op.
Heading down. Looks like we’re driving off a cliff…
On to part 3...