Good conversations do happen between travelers, although I have trained myself not to expect too much. It is better to aim for a few words of pleasantness, declare victory, and then move on. But the other day a pickup truck driver and I surprised each other, I think. He had made a wrong turn and was getting turned around. I was on the bike, with the Little Cute One running beside me. Therefore we were both pretty approachable. We were both complaining about over-crowdedness in an area that we both loved. It seemed like the conversation was headed into a dead-end, with the usual complaints about crowds, tourists, etc. But I redeemed the conversation by saying that, "It's not that I hate the human race or something, and it's not that the other people are doing something illegal, it's just that I love slipping into a certain mood in the outdoors. And it is hard to get into that mood with hordes of people around." A big smile broke out on his...
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