You decide to follow the Cracktail Ridge, more to see where it leads than of any real need to go somewhere. About half an hour later you are seriously regretting it. The ridge has become narrower and steeper on either side. The wind, which had previously been so pleasant, now at buffets you, as though it were trying to knock you off balance. Thankfully the path is smooth and free of rubble or else it would be terribly easy to trip and plummet of the edge of the ridge. Pausing for a moment on the thin trail, arms slightly spread for balance, you look forwards, praying the path doesn't get any narrower. Up ahead the spine like shape of the ridge splits in two. To the left a path leads off the ridge and gradually decends down into the desert, the right path eventually ambles down to a small valley filled with boulders and stone tors . Between the two ridges there is a large gulley that leads down into a small area of bush which appears impossible to reach. Sheer cliffs border the isolated area, dropping down onto jagged stones that give away to scrubland and gum wooded forest. From this height it is impossible to see if there are any larger creatures inhabiting the gulley. Only a fool would follow the cracktail to it's tip, even to try and find a way into the gulley. High overhead a black kite circles on the thremals, spiraling gracefully before swooping into the gulley and out of sight. It *is* possible to continue following the ridge itself though it gets far narrower though if you hold your life in much esteem you would be wiser to go down into the desert or along the broader, but higher right ridge-path to the rocky tors