Climbing the wall, it was easy to distinguish the regularity of the design. But to what purpose, I again asked myself. Maybe I've read too many Lovecraft tales. I could easily envision strange rites of yore performed in this misshappen landscape.
From the wall I spied another large rock outcropping to the North West. I climbed off the wall and headed towards the pile.
Arriving beside this marker, as I looked around I realized that there were two more of these cairn marching off towards the west. The least I could do was record the site for future investigation.
I got myself back on the original trail and marhed on to find the quagmire. I soon arrived at a fork in the road. One branch lead North West and the second headed almost due south; neither seemed to lead in the true direction, so I headed south.
I soon came across an individual headed in my direction. The people I have encountered on these paths have been extremely helpful. This one explained that I'd taken the wrong path and should take the northern route.
