A writer at The American Spectator describes his Wyoming hiking club. My favorite part:

We have a joke in the club that says — based on that TV commercial promoting Las Vegas — that whatever is said on the trail, stays on the trail. Myself, I have a rule about conversation with my fellow hikers, and it’s basically the advice we’ve all heard concerning the manners and etiquette of the dinner table: No discussions of sex, religion or politics. I’ve come close to breaking this rule a few times (election years are always tough), but held back when I realized that amidst the divine majesty of the natural world, all other human affairs are banal anyway.

It always helps to see one of those “history of the Earth” time lines in which our species occupies on teeny, tiny inconsequential slice at the far right-hand side. Speaking of the far right, apologies to those offended by linking to a GOP propaganda site (this would be my entire California readership).