Poop... by any other name, it is still poop.
Josh and I spent an extended weekend with our friends Joe and Kari down in Arkansas at a place called Horseshoe Canyon Ranch (http://www.climbhcr.com/). Even though the primary function of it is a dude ranch (http://www.gohcr.com/), the new owners soon discovered it was ideal for rock climbers of bouldering, trad. and sport climbing and it is now a wonderful mid-US destination for climbing.
BUT, because it's primary function is a dude ranch, they have goats and horses galore that roam free in the entire place and do you know what that means? Poop, poop, and more poop... with a little more poop, and some bigger poop and a whole lotta more poop. Crazy poop of all shapes and kinds literally EVERYWHERE.
And I am not exaggerating in the slightest.
Pellet poop from the goats, circular grassy balls of horse poop, dog poop, etc.
Every few feet, more poop, and then some more.
The views around the canyon were breathtaking but you had to make sure you stood still to take in those views otherwise you found your foot in... well... poop. Walking up the canyon to the walls and boulders you were constantly avoiding horse and goat poop, walking on the roads there was poop, at the foot of the stairs to the lodge there was poop.
One place we climbed was in the goats favorite pooping ground and we dubbed it poop chute alley...
See what looks like all the dark brown mud? Those are 1/2" diameter pellets of poop. Your only escape in this area was to walk on top of whatever rocks you would find.
But I tell you what, poop or no poop, it was a beautiful place! Thanks Joe and Kari for taking us! I honestly cannot wait to go again!
...it was our pleasure. We had alot of fun as well. Poop.