
Cars pour up the hill to the chapel. We are headed the other way down the trail.

One of the many side canyons.

A face in the crowd.

Wings over Mystic.

We have found the Giant Monolith, source of the pounding tympanies. It is best not to approach it too closely, as it is easily angered if you disturb its current project. We wonder: could we be seeing the Rise of the Sentient Prickly Pears? What if it's Prickey Mickey? Where are the Black Helicopters?

A tiny spot of shiny bright..
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