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.