The road after Burnt Knob is more my speed. And rain is helping settle the dust. Coming around a corner to a saddle, I see the Jeep from Burnt Knob with its hood up. I swing around its far side to see if there’s any help we might offer but the former wisecracker is all business. I doubt he needs an audience.
“We’ll save you a spot on the Selway,” I say with attempted sympathy before speeding off.