I was photographing once on a promontory about 1/4 mile into the Grand Canyon near Desert View. To access this spot (and return) you had to negotiate a narrow ledge
between a large boulder obstacle and thin air. Once set up, a trio of annoying Europeans showed up and intentionally stood in between my camera and the promontory edge, obviously to annoy me. Despite politely commenting "okay, jokes on me, could you please move?" they refused to even acknowledge my presence. I was invisible. I hastily broke down, packed up, and left. Upon their return, guess who was waiting for them at the narrow ledge? I told them if they could get by me, they could pass. I'm 6' 1", 210, with a menacing metal tripod. Suffice it to say, they were not. I made those son's a B's wait a full hour until total darkness before I left, with my flashlight. I think they had a lighter. Those anger management classes my ex wife made me spring for never really took hold.
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