As we climbed to the top of the plateau, not knowing what was in store for us, our neurons fired with excitement. We were met with satisfaction when we reached the top. Our minds blown from the actual scale; the view of the entire Dry Falls. Cow patties, the smell of sage, sound waves being brought in and bounced out from all directions as if the valley was one large amplifier. After hours of discovering the landscape, and in turn ourselves, we walked down the path to camp. Our neurons were still firing of course, but now with different patterns. For we were not the same as when we walked up.