A bit farther up the creek the sun glanced through the clouds, casting bits of light around like a desperate searchlight.

 

 

A collection of boulders, far too geometric for natural erosion, emerged from the bank a short distance up the stream.

 

 

I slipped my way over the jagged, wet stones until I found myself in the shadow of a quarry. An enormous hole had been hewn in the side of the hill. In the silent enclosure I tried to imagine the screeching drills, clanging chains, and barked orders that must have once filled this amphitheater.