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walked along a narrow edge directly above him. Looking down on

him from about 30 feet, we felt secure and got a good picture.

Later on the walk, we were on a plateau high above the Bison and

watched as a man and woman marched happily up the trail in his
direction. It was funny to see the lady come to a screeching halt

and the man behind run up her back as she spotted the beast.
They saw the same ridge we had seen and tentatively climbed

above to take a picture.

It was amazing that even though we were at least ½ mile away

and several hundred feet above, we could hear the man’s voice
though we couldn’t make out any words. As we could hear him, I

figured they could hear me. So when they turned around to
retrace the trail, I hollered, “Keep going”!! My voice echoed back

off the distant canyon walls. They stopped in their tracks. I yelled
the same command again. They hesitated and looked around for

the source of the directions. Finding none, they still decided to
follow the advice of the celestial guide and proceeded forward

along the path we had successfully taken. With no further
encouragement, they made their way safely along the ridge and

continued forward on the trail.

Next, we met a group of young people who were doing trail work.

They belong to a volunteer group of teenagers that do this work in
our National Parks in the summer. The leader was a girl in her

early twenties with pierced body parts everywhere. She was very
gracious to thank us for our vocal appreciation of the trail’s beauty

and their hard work in keeping it that way. American parents, take
heart. Even the body-pierced are good kids.

I am writing this after lunch in the picnic area. These folding chairs

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