At Flume Creek Canyon's terminus the canyon forks into two branches. Each one ends in 100 ft near vertical walls (April 10, 2004). In the east of the two branches there was this cleft in the rock that looked like a butt crack.
"Never! Never, Marge! I can't live the button-down life like you. I want it all: the terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, the creamy middles. Sure, I might offend a few of the bluenoses with my cocky stride and musky odors - oh, I'll never be the darling of the so-called city fathers, who cluck their tongues, stroke their beards, and talk about what's to be done with this Homer Simpson?!"