“Thank you,” I call as I pass two bicyclers who have pulled to the side as I make my way up from the creek crossing to the 8th Street parking lot. It’s dark and this trail is a bit steep and narrow so I’m grateful for the accommodation. One calls something back that I can’t hear — something affirmative, I trust.
An SUV is parked where the trail meets the lot, its back open and a couple reclined inside, laughing, watching the sunset. I circle around and stop fifty yards away to see for myself how this sunset will end. The now chilly night air continues broadcasting their laughter as I search in the dark for a place to set my tiny tripod.