After the summiters have left and the indigenous sounds amplify themselves, a faint murmur can be sensed. Tracking it brings me to a waterfall. It is small now; but the bare rock surrounding the stream's course indicates a much larger flow during the spring runoff.
A much louder sound makes me look up. Perhaps it is a rock fall high above on the south wall. I feel foolish as I hurridly back away; but the noise fades and only a few small fragments bounce down onto the scree slope.
The incident turns me to an examination of the rock itself and I see that there is an exposed face of stratified limestonce nearby that has been heavily weathered.