When I was a kid in Kansas, summer camping trips to Colorado were always major events in our family and a big treat on those trips was coming to the continental divide at the top of some high mountain pass. Because of those trips, to me, the continental divide became synonymous with craggy peaks at the top of the world. Of course I later realized that there are less inspiring points on the divide, places where a signpost on a seemingly flat highway is the only indication of the change in geography.
At Brooks Lake these shear 500′ cliffs met my childhood expectation of the divide, at least partially. A couple of miles away at the northern end of these cliffs there is a break in the spine of rocks through which a trail runs and on which I was able to stroll to the divide, barely fifty feet elevation gain from where I was standing when I took this photo.