“Look at this!” Brenna yells excitedly as she runs to investigate a house-sized stand of orange, orthogonal rocks in the middle of the wide open space.
“I think it’s a castle,” I reply.
“Can we camp here?” she pleads.
I can’t refuse that enthusiasm. “Sure,” I answer, trying not to think of how stupid it will be to hike back to the Jeep, haul everything down here and then back out tomorrow.