Getting around to the actual natural bridge/hole required a bit of mountain goat work. Some took the high road, some took the low road. We went low, partly because some oncoming traffic was already on the high road. But I preferred the low road because it seemed like there was less distance to fall. I did dunk my foot once, having mistaken the rock surface's coefficient of friction. I tried to step on a slanting part of the rock, which might have been ok, but for the algae on the rock. Zwooooploooosh. Ok, lesson learned.
It's a big hole, it could easily accommodate a double decker bus.
The tidepools north of the arch.
On the way home now!
