If we kept walking, and walking for another couple of hours we would have been in France.

Several kinds of yellow colored flowers were scattered along the trail.

Not Queen Annes’s Lace, but it was close enough.

A bit too high for driftwood.

Would you believe me if I told you these mountains used to be closer together?

This place reminded me of Colorado.  A lot!

This was the road that led to the parking lot, and back to the hotel, of course.