I could hardly crawl along, still I kept at it, for the place was conducive to dire thoughts.

A tower of Babel menaced me with tons of loose shale.

A tower that leaned more frightfully than the Tower of Pisa threatened to build my tomb.

Many a lighthouse-shaped crag sent down little scattering rocks in ominous notice.
After toiling in and out of passageways under the shadows of these strangely formed cliffs, and coming again and again to the same point, a blind pocket, I grew desperate.

I named the baffling place Deception Pass, and then ran down a slide.