Originally uploaded by Mic2006.
The side of the valley was pocked by hollows of shattered rock and across the slope the rocky slabs spilled in a dangerous profusion. These gloomy hollows were unusually cool and at times, in passing a tallus slope I would feel a fridgid breeze. I knew that somewhere around here there were tunnels whose entrances had been blasted shut – deep shafts and passages leading down into the Whirlpool Sandstone strata.
Maggie trailed along behind swilling from her waterbottle and cursing the bugs and flies that seemed to want to befriend her. She was eventualy the one to discover this walled face. I suspect it is a tunnel entrance that has been blocked. The cool breeze blasts out from the crevices all around. The rail bed passes close by in front.