The bulletin board is at one edge of a large expanse of dirt where a couple of trailheads lead off in different directions. Map in hand, we drove over to read a couple of trail markers and then headed for the shade of the one lonely tree. As we sat reviewing the maps, a blue pickup drove up and a man wearing a BLM hat came up to us. "What are you looking for? Fishing or four-wheeling?" he asks. A little of both we reply. And so we're treated to a complete review of the trails on the map from someone who lives right in the middle of them. We're living right.