I rolled down my window to hand my membership card to a masked woman in a park ranger uniform. She reached for my card and answered my first question with, “yes, reservations are needed to enter the park.” She looked at my face, my dry-eyed disappointment, and listened to my request: “I’m sorry. I have no reservation. I was just hoping to drive to the overlook above Horseshoe Park and visit my son; his ashes are there. I’d like to sit with him for a bit; then I’ll drive out.”