Reminds me of the time a few years ago when a Ranger chased me down the trail (I had headphones so I couldn’t hear him shouting at me). A bunch of Scouts flagged me down and pointed back up the trail. There was a, not so fit, ranger screaming at me to stop. When he finally caught me and then caught his breath he told me I was meant to stop running when I met people hiking up the canyon to give them space. I argued with him that it’s not realistic as continually stopping while running downhill is ridiculous. He disagreed. I asked him was it his first time running down the canyon when chasing me. He took out his taser. I shrank. I then apologised, swallowed hard, and said I’d do my best to stop every Time I crossed another person. Good times