“Behold this ruin! 'Twas a skull Once of ethereal spirit full! This narrow cell was Life's retreat; This place was Thought's mysterious seat! What beauteous pictures fill'd that spot, What dreams of pleasure, long forgot! Nor Love, nor Joy, nor Hope, nor Fear, Has left one trace, one record here.” ~ Anna Jane Vardill

Through the steep and dense trail brush, the Devil's Chasm Cliff Ruins suddenly becomes fully visible. As the last moments of sun disappear on the other side of Aztec Peak, the final bits of direct light begin to fall away producing this nice late afternoon shadow texture on the walls of the outpost.