Christmas Day (2018) we were hosts to our entire family. Not a large gathering, but both our kids, and both our grand-kids, plus son-in-law.
Daughter Rachel, Tom’s Dog Koda, and Tom amblin’ up “Copper Mine” Road, up and north of Unaweep Canyon.
Rachel and her Santa-Mom (and JaJa) stop and wait.
Lots of geology on display here, especially as we’re atop the Pre-Cambrian/post-Cambrian contact (we are ON a granite bench, atop of which is the more-recent stuff).
Son-in-law Ben leads the charge, or group-shuffle.
Yes, that really is daylight through that rock. On a more-ambitious day I might scramble on over for a closer look ~
If only you could HEAR this picture: Rachel and I were bringin’ up the rear when we heard a weird noise. All these cows (and bulls) in the pasture on the valley bottom were apparently agitated and bellowing/mooing/vocalizing all at once — and the resultant echo-ing was pretty darned strange.
Back at home, it could be that miniature/un-seen denizens are creating ICE-HENGE.