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Still before lunch, we wander through the desert. | Pushing along uphill, at the steepest angle we can maintain. | It is cool up here, the air is thin and the breathing short. It is bare and inhospitable. |
Bill is out front, and now veers left to intercept the low point of the ridge. | |
Bill approaches the cleavage. |
Stella follows that route, while Frank prefers scrambling over the rocks to pushing through the sand. |
From here, the view of Little Lakes Valley is magnificent! | | Lunch! Finally. |
Spectacular! | Frank gobbles down his bread and olives on a promontory, surrounded by cliffs. |
| And resumes looking around. |
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Bill is finished with lunch. |
Now the fun begins! |
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