Saturday was the last day for work. Loaded up and headed for an obscure point on the escarpment that I had scouted from above.
Morning rainbow fragment.
Saddled up and walking to the edge.
Hadn't been inside, though I had jumped the cracks on top and looked down into the labyrinth from overhead. Actually getting in was the tricky part. You never know if you are struggling into a dead end with your bag full of gear and tripod or if something will go. All the usual. Tight, loose underfoot, slanted, steep, crumbly.
It did go. I worry too much. Inside the corridors wandered and twisted. Nice smooth overcast early morning light. No wind inside. Spooky exploring. Not a trace of man, no trash, no footprints, not a flake of flint or a shard of pottery.
Shot until the sunlight broke through the clouds at the same time that I ran out of film. First time on the trip that I had shot all my holders.
Walked down the rim to look into the cave once more.
Last look out the window on Pintura Peak.