Hiking Too Much

I was recently accused of "hiking too much."  Actually, I don't like hiking.  And, I don't think I do it very much.  Sometimes, though, I like to look at things.  For example, today I wanted to look at a pair of natural bridges.  So I did.  They were spectacular.  And, as I lay under one of them, with the sun dropping behind the ridge, I realized that I was a long way from the Chev.  It happens, you see, by accident.  (BTW, I know that no one cares, but if you look closely at the middle of the image (above) you can see a small bristlecone pine growing out of a crack in the rock.)