There are only two trails back to the trailhead, and they go on each side of a wash. As Winston and I were running back, two men were shooting from a ridge over the trail. They were not at the shooting range, and they either didn't see me in my bright orange shirt or didn't care that I was on the trails. Or as Mikey suggested, they wanted to scare me. You know how in war movies you can hear bullets whistle overhead? I had never heard that sound in person before.

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