There was something fishy about the rock steps leading up into the hillside off the old Route 66 near Sitgreaves Pass, Ariz., west of Kingman. They seemed out of place.
(Something "fishy." Wait for it.)
I made two ill-advised U-turns along the narrow, winding road to retreat a couple hundred yards downhill and check it out. The steps did not go far. They went to a spring. Big deal, I thought, and looked up the hill where I was about to prove that jumping cholla does indeed jump - onto one's shoes in this case.
You're asking why, and I'm sorry, but right now I have no answers. Just something fishy.