With every new hike comes a very new challenge. Unbeknownst to me, my elementary summer camp rock climbing skills came in handy for today's adventure. Only this time, my counselor-in-training wasn't waiting in the valley basin bellow.
The light sunburn I received from yesterday's canoe down the Buffalo felt the sting from the intense high-noon heat at Sam's Throne, but standing on those rocks was well worth the anticipated view.
These rocks were far different than what I saw at Whitaker Point because they bubbled over each other, until they lost themselves underneath the canopy of trees. The entire cliff was iterally throne of rock.
I overheard an older man telling a small group of campers: "Sam himself stood on this very rock. He preached fire and brimstone into the valley."
Whoever Sam was, he must have left a lot of good juju on that mountain. I've never been more unafraid of any one place in my life.
Inching closer to Texas. Missing my home state.