The rocky spire rose before me, some 50 feet into the air. I was in a cul-de-sac created by Mother Nature, surrounded by cliffs, rocky outcrops and other cool rock formations. If I were a geologist, I’d likely be drooling and certainly could describe the scene better. Alas, my rock knowledge is minimal.
Still, I stood in awe, amazed and very appreciative of what I found. Dobby, my one-year-old Australian shepherd wasn’t as much in awe as he was relishing the opportunity to frolic up and down the rocky escarpments. His mountain sheep imitation made me nervous. I feared he’d take a header or get caught on a crag where he couldn’t get back down. His agility is phenomenal, but his climbing experience is lacking, as is some basic common sense.