It was early evening by the time we arrived, our hopes of getting a campsite diminished given that Natural Bridges Campground is highly desirable and has only thirteen spots. “Campground Full,” the sign read.
“Let’s drive in and see if there’s a space,” I said. “This is the nicest campground for miles. And we want to be near the trailhead for tomorrow.”
“That’ll be a waste of time,” Magellan said. “But we might as well, given how far we’ve driven to get here.”
And wouldn’t you know it? Campsite eight, small and a cactus-spike length from the neighbours on both sides, was free.