At the rock shelter we discovered. Burke (somewhat obscured by the shrubbery) searches for clues as to where the natives are hiding themselves, while Ben marvels at the beautiful ice sculpture the natives created.
Alas, even as I positioned myself to record its true beauty on film for posterity, its hold on the rock above loosened, and it fell, shattering into thousands of glistening fragments. We could ascertain no cause for its loss.
Clearly, mysterious forces are at work here in the chasm of Shangri-La.