Actually it's my brother's ballcap turned backwards so i could climb the formation. It's hard to hug the rocks when there's a hat brim smushing my head.
Between a rock and a hard place.
That is one of the worst pictures of me. It was 35 degrees (July), I was layered in about 80 pounds of sweatshirts, dirty, funky, and really wanting to get to the top so I could go home.