Returned to Alpine Loop to hike the trail. Went further, and this is what it looked like where we turned around after c. an hour up:

We had the parking lot entirely to ourselves:

The empty parking lot was a presage of the trail. We didn't see a single soul on it. We did see motorcycle tracks. Apparently this trail is one of the few opened to all uses; hikers, bikers, motorcyclists and horseback riders. There are signs showing who is supposed to give right of way to whom (should have taken a pic): everyone gives right of way to horses; bikes and motorcycles give right of way to hikers; and motorcycles give right of way to bikes. This will never be a favorite trail; too hot and dusty (there are some really nice shady bits), and I don't relish sharing with anyone else but hikers. I guess we lucked out today. Don't have a clue why. Where was everybody?
When we got back to the car and were changing out of our hiking boots, a red Mercedes 560SL convertible (pretty certain about the model) with three young women came to use the outhouse. I saw them looking with curiosity at the Stinger. But the cat had their tongues, I guess. Later, as we completed driving the Alpine Loop, I saw the 560SL parked in one of the turnouts. They were probably taking in one of the overlooks.
I drove the Alpine Loop with greater confidence today, especially the parts where visibility ahead is pretty good. Lots of hairpins and sweeping one-eighties, climbing and descending. It's a great road, but not very fast because of opposing traffic; and, because of the wife, I never took it above 50 to 60. The canyon wasn't thronged today, so driving briskly could be indulged in. But any blind curve I had to slow down to avoid possible foot traffic. One group of four was stretched practically across the road in a single line. Heh! I barely had enough room to creep by.
This pic shows the contrast that one month can make; cleaned off road and the verdant green of high summer:

Check out how it looked in June:

Find the Stinger:
