WEEK THIRTEEN: THE LEGEND OF CANYONMAN
Published: October 13th, 2015
By: Bryan Snyder

It took two days for the storms to pass. By then, flash floods had scoured the canyons of Zion National Park clean once more. Only three weeks earlier, seven people had died canyoneering in the park when rising floodwaters caught them unawares, so I was under strict orders by my friends and family to take extra precautions during my last adventure of the summer. Only once the forecast predicted blue skies for several days did I venture down into the exquisitely-sculpted sandstone corridor known as The Subway.

Compared to the rest of Zion, not many parties explored this stretch of North Creek, for as soon as the canyon walls closed in and the first boulder obstacles were rappelled, there was no way to scramble back upstream again. It was a one-way journey, and the first portion bore many of the signs of a descent into hell. The trail through Russell Gulch drifted down a fiery landscape of two hundred million year-old petrified sand dunes, and the fierce red striations contrasted strongly with the peaceful white cliffs of Navajo Sandstone that ringed the basin, watching over like guardian angels. Obviously, I was not the first person to make that observation, as I later learned that the North and South Guardian Angels were, in fact, the official names for the prominent peaks overlooking the Subway.

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