Like two bored cavemen, we poked at the dying embers of our fire, belching, scratching and wondering why that helicopter kept flying up and down the canyon. A confused-looking guy with a gigantic paper map exited the whirlybird, a puzzled look on his face.
“Can you tell us where we are?” he asked sheepishly. We spread the map on the dusty ground and showed him.
He thanked us, folded the map and trotted toward the chopper.
“By the way, what
