After trying a narrow trail up the South Butte, rising high above us, and running almost immediately into deadfall, we return to the road and pause to fill our water bottles at one of those trickles of water.
“Have you passed an ATV rider that smiled or seemed friendly?” I ask my brothers as we take turns with the water filter. I thought everyone smiled and waved at everyone out here but the separate riders we’ve passed today looked consistently grouchy.
“No,” they answer together with knowing grins.
“I was thinking the same thing,” Joel adds. Hmm. It seems weird that anyone could catch a bad mood out here.