I took long strides and jumps, and slid over rocks, and swung on pinyon branches, and covered distance like a rolling stone.

At the foot of the rim wall, or at a line where it would have reached had it extended regularly, the slope became less pronounced.

I could stand up without holding on to a support.

The largest pinyons I had seen made a forest that almost stood on end.
These trees grew up, down, and out, and twisted in curves, and many were two feet in thickness.

During my descent, I halted at intervals to listen, and always heard one of the hounds, sometimes several.