Legend has it an Indian brave despondent over a young maiden threw himself off this craggy ledge only to be blown back to safety by a strong updraft of wind. True or not, it’s a terrific vantage point from which to view the Blue Ridge Mountains. And nothing makes you feel more alive than rock climbing in flip flops!
Finnegan meanwhile has been a real champ. Keeping an eye on me, but obviously delirious over exotic odors of bear poop and marmot vomit (which oddly smells of pesto). He got a little spooked by the cooler in his cargo space. It rolled into him a couple times before I tied it down. But now we’ve achieved a nice configuration for him… what you might call good Finn Shue.