



A memoirist recounts jogging her daily miles on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon in 1991 and unwittingly running straight through a film crew staging a mock battle between Spanish conquistadors and Native extras for one of the many Columbus quincentennial movies then in production.
She kept her pace and never learned if the take was ruined, later noting the film she may have photobombed got terrible reviews. The essay then shifts to a Thanksgiving visit on a reservation, where a boy named José offers her the reins of a barely broken young horse while his family looks on.
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