(Submitted by reader Ron F)
In January of 1978 I decided to take a trip to Bryce Canyon, in Utah as I had always wanted to see it in the winter. While there, I met a nice German couple at a canyon overlook and talked with them for a while.
Two days later, after driving over 550 miles to the south rim of the Grand Canyon I pulled into an overlook and was startled to find the same couple.
Considering the distance involved, the number of scenic opportunities along the ways, and the timing of it, I was pretty impressed by the long odds.
[EDITOR: We’re happy to receive this story, mainly because we’ve seen too many horror movies to not assume stalking, chloroform, and missing body parts were next, and it’s nice to know that some people get out of these situations alive.]
