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They burst through the cracks of hell to rise up and epitomize the beauty of heaven. The rocks bolted through the ground into curious formations of burning colors and wild inspiration. Thank goodness such a treasure has been protected and guarded by the NPS. By granolas who see the majesty in such a place. The grandeur in a gorgeous spot that has granted joy, adventure, and healing for thousands of years.

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