We did not walk up this way and I had to restrain Shiloh from trying to go down - Shiloh will try just about anything just to see if it works. He is young and doesn't know much about limits yet.
Climbing up through a gap in a cliff face, we found an outcrop with what might be calcite crystals in it (along with other beautiful inclusions). Will have to go back for a closer look (didn't have a hand lens or reading glasses). There was also a fair bit of a cave. Nainette explored it, so I guess there wasn't a bear at home.
I had wanted to go a bit further and then bushwack up the ridge and back home, but it was after 5 pm, so with the beaver pond we were headed for in sight through the trees, we just turned back along the trail.
Happily so. At the very top of Treehouse Hill, where generations of hikers have marred the birch trees with their knives so that all will ever after know that "JC was here," the sun cleared a band of cloud and put on a show. The camera was touchy, but I did my best.