My favorite encounter at Brushy was last summer, well after the peak of COVID hysteria. I was out running on Rim with my dogs and I came up behind a rather portly man hiking. He didn't notice me until I was maybe 10 feet behind him, and I guess he was freaked out that I was in his personal space, because he hustled off into the trees when he noticed me. This was in one of those spots where, if he had gone a few feet farther in the wrong direction, he would have taken a ride down one of those cliffs.
At first I thought he was afraid of my dogs and I felt a little bad. But then he reached down and pulled his t-shirt up over his head to use it as a mask -- like, all the way over his head, not just the collar -- he lifted it from the bottom so his arms were pulled up over his head like he was taking it off.
He said something sort of curt to me as I passed -- I didn't quite catch it because I had my earbuds in and he was talking into his t-shirt, but I'm pretty sure it was something about social distancing.
I just kept on running.
Big old belly flopping out, sweaty t-shirt pulled up over his head, outdoors, scared to death that the fit, healthy jogger passing by might be spreading disease, and so freaked out that he almost jumped off a cliff without even realizing it.
Can't fix crazy.