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A plum tent sits on a flat rock near the rim, glowing in the warm sunset light. A tiny creek winds through the dusty ground with scrub plants and faint footprints. Nearby, a stone fire ring waits with a neat stack of wood. Far away, the canyon layers fade under big, dark storm clouds.

A plum tent sits on a flat rock near the rim, glowing in the warm sunset light. A tiny creek winds through the dusty ground with scrub plants and faint footprints. Nearby, a stone fire ring waits with a neat stack of wood. Far away, the canyon layers fade under big, dark storm clouds.