The rock that rings like a bell.

Then we got lost. The hikers had split up into two groups, and soon my bunch was out of sight of hike leader Mike Wargel and the folks with him. We went up a rise in the Little Horse Trail, only to find that it split. No sign to tell us whether to go left or right. So we turned left, and soon found ourselves bushwhacking in a side canyon to try to get back to trail. We stayed together, kept our wits about us, and eventually got back on the trail.

But where were the others? The Little Horse Trail takes us by some massively majestic red rock spires, through a pass, and up to a gently rounded rock dome called Chicken Point, whose slopes become nearly vertical on three sides. Evidently it gets its name from the juvenile delinquents who drive their Jeeps up here but are too scared (or too wise?) to continue driving off the cliff. The view from Chicken Point is awesome.

Soon we saw Mike and the others coming up the trail below us. Our unintended detour had cut some distance off the route, so we were well ahead of them. Everyone went on down to the trailhead on Broken Arrow Road, a road so rough that they might have called it Broken Axle Road. But we were walking instead of driving.