I offer more apologies as I verify the fallen motorcycle is okay then extract the Bushmills from the bottom of the same bag that caused this trouble. Several swigs are shared.
It is clear why this is one of the best known Magruder stops. We stand on dramatic outcrops plummeting to lakes and mountains in every direction.
Jeremy and Joel missed the excitement so as they arrive at the top, my mistake is reiterated with ever more hyperbole.
The Jeeps, truck and motorcycles are a group from Boise, we learn.
“Which way are you headed?” one of them asks.
“We’re probably going to camp on the Selway,” I answer.
“Oh, us too.”