I pulled over and took this picture yesterday, and I was off on my way. Back a few years, if I ever came across these, I'd jump off my bike and proceed to spend 20 minutes or so climbing and hanging on these. I had a pretty good imagination too. I could turn these rocks into anything: floating icebergs, the top of Everest, or even a cave in the ocean deep. I spent a lot of time alone growing up, but I was in good company. My sometimes over-active imagination got me close to big trouble, but I seemed to always stop short. The imagination... the cheapest babysitter ever. I also raised daydreaming to an art form. Well, at least in my mind, I did.