Fiery Furnace
In what amounts to another illustration of the fact that I should never be allowed to name a national landmark or monument, I thought “Fiery Furnace” looked more like “Box of Melted Crayons”. All red crayons of course, but still.
One thing I loved about the Fiery Furnace was the spectacular view into the Salt Valley beyond. Since it had rained the night before, the Salt Valley Wash was flowing and the landscape was alive with color. I found the view from Fiery Furnace to be the grandest in the park. Of course, we had yet to hike to Delicate Arch.
Assortment
- Real Easy Italian
- Each spring, when the flowers bloom and break the long color-silence of winter, I start to look closely at nature and I see a tiny world, one filled with pollen grains and petal edges and stamens and anthers.
- Lake of Glass
- Climbing the waterfall was a little tricky … … but it wasn’t as difficult as I had feared it might be.
