Scaling the Stone Ridge (wut happened to me)

I spotted a steep incline of stacked slate stones along the garden edge and headed straight over. The first two slabs were firm, but the third wobbled slightly under my weight. I paused, shifted my stance to brace against a patch of dry moss, and pressed up to the flat crest. From the top, the entire gravel path stretched out clearly below. It makes a solid vantage point for planning the next route.