No pumas in the crevas but many pitfalls. We saw Laura Croft on her descent. She was favoring her leg and as she passed us I spied two bloody wounds. She shrugged them off. ‘Badges of honor.’

The cantine ran dry on our trek. Sense of smell became keen and one could detect the fragrance of chlorinated pools and irrigated golf greenery from far below. The thought of hydration and morning chow back at the inn kept us moving.