So, we are in the middle of a great day travelling from the Little Grand Canyon down through Reds Canyon to the Hondoo Arch! Reds Canyon is rough, but awesome. Miles and miles from anything. As we round a tight hairpin switchback dropping us deeper into the canyon, we come across a group of hunters loading their pack horses for a trip into the backcountry. They are the only people we have seen for hours. As we approach, the trouble starts. The wee Rover decides to start beeping her horn! Beep, beep, beep, she bleats in greeting as we pass the hunters and their horses. It is a perfect example of Murphy’s Law! When you finally see someone, after hours and hours of solitary dirt roads. What do you want to do? You blow your horn at their horses, of course! True story! Not embellishing at all! We hung our heads and drove past.
