 As we were driving back, because we camped north, and so as we came back Sunday, everyone else was coming the opposite direction, right? Going back the other way. And we started, my wife and I were going, you know, camper, non-camper, camper, non-camper. Then it was camper, camper, camper. It was just solid campers. Sometimes I fantasize about that bridge over Canyon Creek just being shut down for a portion of the summer. Yeah.