We used to play here as kids, ultimate abandonment to imagination. The rocks were transformed into the red rocks we saw in cowboy films, and as the Apache I would rain imagined arrows down onto my six-gun toting pals...
...now I know, and see through different eyes, that the rocks have an attraction, a history and a fantasy all of their own – which far outshines anything that my wild imagings projected on them.
Come by night in Winter, if you can.