Since the death of Mufasa in this very gorge, it hasn’t had many visitors. Dust still rattles around at the bottom of the chasm, and the only exciting thing that ever happens here are the semi-regular stampedes that take place every now-and-again. It isn’t as if anyone watches them, though, since they bring back memories that creatures would rather forget – even in the nourishing times that Simba’s rule has provided.
