National Park Riddles for Trail Adventurers

I frame the horizon with granite and sky. Snap my vista from Glacier Point high. What am I?

I’m a geyser clock with boiling breath. Wait for my eruption; it’s worth each breath. What am I?

I’m the red rock arch sculpted by time. Walk beneath me in sunlight prime. What am I?

I’m a ranger’s hat with brim held wide. Shade your face on a backcountry ride. What am I?

I’m the Junior Ranger badge pinned with pride. Recite your promise to be a guide. What am I?

I’m the bear canister locked up tight. Store your snacks out of moonlit sight. What am I?

I’m the trail register tucked in a box. Sign me before you summit the rocks. What am I?

I’m the cairn that marks the alpine way. Follow my stack so you won’t stray. What am I?

I’m the night sky program with telescopes bright. Meet me on cliffs for Milky Way light. What am I?

I’m the wildlife rule whispered with care. Keep your distance — breathe fresh air. What am I?

I’m a lodgepole pine scarred by flame. See me regrow in nature’s game. What am I?

I’m the shuttle bus rattling through Zion. Hop aboard to keep the canyons sighing. What am I?

I’m the permit slip for backcountry rest. Clip me to packs for an overnight quest. What am I?

I’m the glacier’s song dripping slow. Hike to my moraine before I go. What am I?

I’m the trail mix motto in every park. Pack it in, pack it out till dark. What am I?