On a clear and sunny November day, my wife and I loaded up our little Toyota Prius for a weekend trip to Oak Creek Canyon. With a reservation to stay the night in a cabin at the Forest Houses Resort, I was itching to grab a hike in Sedona along the way. As is often the case, my wife’s intuition was much more accurate than mine. Here’s a rough approximation of our exchange as we drove out of town: WIFE: “It’s Saturday, don’t you think the trails will be really busy in Sedona today?” ME: “It’s November. Tourist season is dying off. It’ll be fine!” I should have known better. God, should I have known better.