Continuing our weekend adventure, having made it from the asphalt to the “unimproved” part of the trail (does anyone actually think asphalt is an improvement?), we continued on our journey to the Stone Door.
I don’t know exactly what image “Stone Door” conjures in your mind, but in my mind, when I read the description that said:
Stone Door, a 10 ft. wide by 100 ft. deep crack, forming from the top of the escarpment into the gorge below. It looks like a giant door left ajar and was once used by Indians as a passageway.
What I envisioned was a giant slab of rock standing straight up in the middle of two cliffs and standing ajar so that one can walk between the “door” part and the cliff part. I guess I skipped over the “deep crack” part.
When we arrived at Stone Door, the view of the valley was fantastic. Plus, the top of the cliffs provides some really interesting scenery in and of itself. The only part I didn’t like was being anywhere near the edge. The drop off was terrifying.
Pat and Tisen sat patiently while I worked my way around the top of the cliff, shooting everything I dared to shoot. I really wanted to get a great shot looking down on the crack in the cliff, but it was tough to get a good angle without rock climbing gear. I always knew I should have become a rock climber.
I have to pause here for a moment to do a mental double take on whether those words actually came out of my fingers. Me . . . a rock climber? Well, maybe not.
In any case, I couldn’t get the shot I wanted mainly out of pure fear. Or perhaps fear in this case was good sense? I was pretty determined not to fall into the crevasse never to be found again.
We worked our way back down with me stopping to shoot straight on to the crack. There was a large tree in the opening that created a key hole sort of image for me. I played with that for a while and contemplated walking down the steps a bit to see what kind of interesting views I could get, but Pat was concerned about time and we needed to drive to the other side of the park to see the next part of our adventure: Savage Gulf Day Loop.
So, I packed it in without getting a great shot of the crack. As we walked away, Pat said to me, “I wonder where the Stone door is?” I wasn’t the only one who didn’t picture a big crack!
Tisen seemed nonplussed by the whole stone door thing. I imagine there are certain advantages to being a dog. One of them is probably no expectations. Don’t get me wrong, Stone Door is really cool and definitely worth the effort to get there. Just don’t expect something that looks like a door.
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