The presence of the great jaguar, talking and ridable or no, is enough to manage the approach to Sandrea. No other cats intervene, and you can take a route that is appropriately free of distracting humans for the moment. As such, you come to the legs near to front of Sandrea, close to the beach. Well...beach might be a misnomer. Rather, she breaks free of the tree line, which ends abruptly at a sheer cliff leading down into the water with only a thin line of space from the end of the trees to the rocks. That space is occupied by succulents and scrub grasses, and Sandrea pauses here to...survey the ocean, it appears.

Here, at last, is one thing that has not changed. The cold waters of the Pacific Ocean crest with white foam and swirl against the rocks, the sight broken up by a handful of shore birds nesting on a small outcropping below. The water extends out to the horizon, cold and deep, until it meets the sky. Just barely visible in the distance are what were once called the Faralon islands, nearly thirty miles from shore and therefore visible as small rocks before dipping below the horizon. 

The shoreline though, is shifted. If you were to overlay an image from your memory, everything in the present would be shifted to the east compared to that old image, a solid 20 degree rotation around an imaginary circle pushing everything inland and shrinking what had once been the bay. Ah, and the bay. Rather than a grand bay topped with bridges and settlements along the water, the bay flows from the cliffs inward and then downward into a vast, sunken valley. Only past that valley can you see what once were the foothills of the regions mountains extending north to south, looking all the taller for the lowered floor. 

But, all this leaves the perfect opportunity to climb the legs, which is to go by treetop while Sandrea has stopped at the edge of the world. The touch of her skin is almost like rock as you land against her upper front left leg, using palm fronds as crude rope to stay attached. It registers as cold and rough in texture, but neither sharp nor abrasive, making it safe to cling closely to it. You have a short further ascent, and then you can reach the earth, soil, and natural vines of her back and make for the head.

Tell us how you get to the head atop the muddy forests and vines of the creature, and about how you feel that the cat accompanying you was able to leap far enough to reach a safe perch straight from the treetop, while you could not.