There's a cute little mountain I explored yesterday. Here it is, right on the Trans-Canada Highway. Total elevation from pavement to summit is 500 meters. The other side is all forest, except for a broad ramp going half-way up, which is a great picnic-spot for teenagers on Friday night. It doesn't have a name, so I call it the "Half-Moon Rocks".
<img src="http://www.nucleus.com/~dancohen/half-moon/half-moon rocks.jpg" />
Here's a view of the top edge of one of the half-moons.
You can see how it's a mix of 2nd, 3rd, 4th class.
<img src="http://www.nucleus.com/~dancohen/half-moon/top of a half-moon.jpg" />
Hidden in the trees is some lovely grassy lawn, perfect for observing the views, or for being lazy (my specialty).
I had a wonderful time on Sunday. I found some geology, and walked on it. But on the summit, I was feeling lonely, and I decided if another hiker should wander up here (it was Sunday afternoon), I'd be very glad to say "hello".
And soon enough, these two hikers appeared from another route up. This dynamo-guy in the lead, and another guy trailing behind. They said hello, and the leader headed down as fast as he could hike, using both hiking-poles to help propel himself over the rubble. His buddy struggled pitifully at keeping up, and complained about his knees.
As I watched them disappear into the trees below, I wondered, "What the hell is the point of the exercise?"
I found another peaceful lawn to observe the fall flowers and the lovely juniper smell, and I was glad they were soon off my mountain.