El camino menos recorrido
Minnie keeps a watchful eye on my painfully slow progress along the path (more a series of large and smaller boulders) up to the summit of a hill which is topped by the enormous Indian Rock (see extra), so called because from one angle it resembles a Red Indian in full headdress. I had my trusty trekking pole so avoided taking a tumble. Close thing though with my balance and depth-perception issues. I'm sure that if I were to break another leg she would go and get help.