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As I'm drawn into the canyon ahead, I look back to Devil's Playground one last time and say goodbye

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06972-looking-back-800px.jpg As if breathing, sand-drifts stick to the hillside, collapse under their own weight and slide down, over and over againThumbnailsAs I wind around the flank of Table Mountain, I start to see across to the New York Mountains; this is as high as I can goAs if breathing, sand-drifts stick to the hillside, collapse under their own weight and slide down, over and over againThumbnailsAs I wind around the flank of Table Mountain, I start to see across to the New York Mountains; this is as high as I can goAs if breathing, sand-drifts stick to the hillside, collapse under their own weight and slide down, over and over againThumbnailsAs I wind around the flank of Table Mountain, I start to see across to the New York Mountains; this is as high as I can goAs if breathing, sand-drifts stick to the hillside, collapse under their own weight and slide down, over and over againThumbnailsAs I wind around the flank of Table Mountain, I start to see across to the New York Mountains; this is as high as I can goAs if breathing, sand-drifts stick to the hillside, collapse under their own weight and slide down, over and over againThumbnailsAs I wind around the flank of Table Mountain, I start to see across to the New York Mountains; this is as high as I can go

I've enjoyed visiting Devil's Playground and am glad that I finally got to explore this area. It's a bit chilly, but I'm sweating already and have taken off my sweater, deciding that it's T-shirt weather.