Taft cliffside. As you can see from the top photo; it's hard to tell it's bon voyage from there.

"Imagine that you are a member of the tribe, waiting all day for the buffalo runner to bring running buffalo to this jump site. Suddenly, the ground trembles, dust roils, and a torrent of buffalo careen toward you along a runway of stone cairns leading toward the cliff. You leap up, waving a hide or blanket in the air to speed the panicked herd toward the precipice.

To a short-sighted buffalo running at full speed, the ground ahead merely appears to rise gently, as before a rolling hill...
Similar dramas played out all along this mile-long cliff. The spot where you stand was sometimes in the middle of the drive line.