The Indian in the Rock


 All summer long I had been hearing about the Indian in the rock but was frustrated with never being able to spot it myself.  Several times the location was described to me by other rangers but I still could not locate it.  They even showed me pictures of it so I would know what I was looking for, but to no avail.

Finally, one of the seasonal rangers graciously offered to hike with me to the spot, thanks Carole.  It took weeks before our schedules meshed in such a way that we could take that hike but it did finally happen.  Cyndee and I were just days away from finishing up at the monument.  I was getting this done just under the wire.

Our hike took us to the exact spot that I had come to before as described to me.  So at least my orienteering skills were sufficient, but my observational skills were lacking.  I was in the right spot but I couldn't see the face.  That is until Carole stood me the middle of the trail and pointed straight ahead and up a little.  Boom! There it was.  Plain as day.  Sheesh.

Mission accomplished, now we are good to end our summer at Devils Tower. 

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