So we're watching The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada and there's a scene that shows four horses carefully picking their way down the narrow trail clinging to a canyon wall . "Oooh, that's just like Utah!" I say, making sure the guys notice how far a rider would fall if the horse stumbled and fell onto the rocks below. And I add that the path we were on in the Swell was even narrower.
And then a pack horse spooks on the screen and falls to its death in slo-mo.
The guys were not amused.