Every once in a while I give vent to some silly bit of doggerel that has germinated deep inside my wizened little frontal lobe, while out on the granite faces I so admire in the Yosemite area. This one originated back in the early 70s, doubtless long before I actually got married (in the late 80s), and is a good example of what repetitive baking of one's brains on El Cap in 100+ heat can do to distort your sense of appropriate good taste!
Isn't it fun to just let your mind "scatter" every now and then? That picture doesn't depict what I imagined "Broad Peak" would be...giggle....thanks for the smiles..
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