Before I get too far along, the whole place seems way too nice just to be a housing development. It's either A) a cult that's going to attempt to take over the valley or commit mass suicide or B) a huge cover up for what could only be a disaster of epic proportions that Kennecott somehow had a hand in. It's just weird out there. Anyway, back to the story...
I pull into a parking lot, hop out and begin to look around.
Side note: I feel that now is as good a time as any to let you know that I was wearing my gray hoodie, green beanie and black knit gloves. Sensible people would realize that I was just trying to keep from freezing to death. Idiots in an almost too perfect housing development/cult epicenter would think I came to rob people blind. Sorry.
All the ledges are the perfect height: just below knee high. And there are flat gaps galore! It's a hell of a spot. Or it would be if everything wasn't knobbed. (But hey! They have a fire pit that's going day and night!) I decided that it would be a better idea to go back in the daytime, so I left.
That was Wednesday. I come back Friday to be greeted with 36 degrees for a high, a fierce, bone chilling wind (Remember the fire pit?), and a family who was having their family portraits taken.
I came for the ledges, but I stuck around for the giant metal guy leaning into the wind. How I missed him I'm not sure, but there he was.
Daybreak may be full of cultist freaks who have been mutated by whatever is buried under their houses, but they do make a guy feel welcome buy having a fire going.
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