The Ridge

A long ridge, southwest facing, has become Tom's focal point of Day Four's afternoon. It's a dimensional problem. Taking one ledge to it's end, doubling back sometimes to find a way to get to the ledge above that, the one above that, and all the way to the top. Having reached the top it is nearly two hours before Tom can find a way back down as he moves along the ledges. One thing Tom likes about hiking in the winter is no fear of Midget Faded rattlesnakes as he crawls into overhangs or reaches into holes and crevices. One thing he doesn't like is the shrubbery is dry and each time Tom's levis scrape against dry shrubbery it sounds like a Midget Faded rattlesnake so it takes some getting used to.