This summer, with my buddy Régis, we one day had the weird idea to go visit a veritable oven.

Pinnacles is basically a pile of huge rocks, on top of a hill that has no shade anywhere, and where a few sorry pine trees are struggling for survival.

A bunch of vultures are soaring around, looking for a lost rodent or a confused horny toad...

The mandatory flashlights prove necessary in order to safely pass through masses of fallen rocks, on the way back.

(Pinnacles, rocks, horny toad, dry plants, Régis in a tunnel)