We went past one of the many lakes below Sorrow's End; the deerflies were more comfortable there than we were.
We didn't realize we were climbing as we went up the back of Sorrow's End.
When we got to the top, though, it was clear we weren't at sea level any more.
Jif had to lead her mom over to where she could see where people climb. She did not approve.
On the way back we wondered what could cause this X-shaped crack. We had no theories.
