Excerpt from Raptor Canyon: 

[Relic] shifted the weight of his pack and looked up. Four-by-four posts, reinforced with crisscrossed two-by-fours, rose upward toward the top of the cliff. Slatted stairs were nailed to the under-frame and railings guarded their way to the top. The steps switched back twice before the stiff frame ended above the sheer rock face.
Those stairs belong at some public park, he mused, some Sunday afternoon boardwalk, with hotdog stands, ice cream, kids clutching helium balloons on strings. Deep in the maze of neck-craning cliffs and naked hoodoos, out among the coyotes, cougars, and rattlers, well, Relic thought, they were like tits on a catfish. Way the hell out of place…