Allot of the old balsamic and limestone rock appears to be crumbling the moment I even touch it. I had one obstacle left prior to making my way atop a plateau and that would be this one rock wall. How would I climb such rocks which crumbled in my hands? What if I lost grip? How far would I fall? All these questions were racing through my head as I held the camera in one hand while climbing with the other. Over the wall would be another steep incline through thorn brush and a bright sun shining into my eyes.