This is the end of the tracks that lead out onto the trestle as seen from the hilltop.
At this point, I'm more or less atop the area where I took Helen's photo above.
This is the side view of the trestle shown above.
Little did I know I was not only going to wind up "climbing a mountain," but even scarier, going down one, too. That's Helen in front of me, above, Donna and Mary a part of the tiny group sorta left lower center. That's where the fun started. See the cable stretched down the hill here?
I'm obviously a rotten photographer cos this photo does not show the steepness of the drop, but I was definitely not taking pictures coming down. Instead, I was hanging onto that cable for dear life and using my right hand to balance.
Looking the other way, I was whining that we weren't all the way down even then!
Finally back on something resembling flatness, I turned my attention to the water over the rocks once again. This place is just full of such great sights.
See what I mean?
Taken out the window of Donna's Honda as we headed down, down, down and back toward home again. I love this place!