Guardian of the Flume
F1 #3
If you wander where the waters run,
Past sandstone walls and desert sun,
You’ll find a beast both strange and sly,
With wooden jaws that snap the sky.
Its tail is curled beneath itself,
A driftwood gator perched on its shelf.
A weathered relic, bleached and white,
Keeping Inner Flume within its sight.
Hikers stop with wide-eyed cheer:
“Look! A critter’s waiting here!”
Carved by flood and nature’s play,
Its roar scares only the dust away.
So if you roam above the Flume’s embrace,
And stumble on this creature’s place,
Just wave and laugh, don’t be afraid,
Of the timbered ghost the floods have stayed.
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Somewhere on the F1 trail, you can look across Inner Flume and see a creature tucked into the canyon wall.
GPS coordinates of this photo: 39.142294, -108.784531
