The act of moving on feet and hands over rugged terrain has been given too many finely sliced names. Rock climbing, bouldering, scrambling, canyoneering… Whatever.
I didn’t use ropes or other special gear (unless you want to count my hat). I just got out there and made my way around on some of Joshua Tree’s piles of stone. Climb over this, crawl under that, squeeze between those, look around, enjoy it all. I was just farting around. I declare Rock Farting an official sport and will campaign to have it included in the Olympics.