At one of these stops, we encountered a group of Japanese who, according to the logo on their van, were on a photo tour of the west. They were quite enthusiastic shooters and agog with the amazing scenery. I couldn’t resist clicking off a couple of shots myself. A couple of them even scooped up a film container of red sand as a memento. We departed the turn out just behind them and chuckled at the slow progress they made weaving along trying to figure out how and where to stop next. Finally they found another stop to their liking and we, and the line of cars behind us, passed them by as they tumbled out of the van in a jumble of arms, legs and tripods.