Do people count? Hiking out of Sterling Forest one late afternoon I ran into a guy with a heavy British accent, wearing 80s roadie clothes (including a cycling cap, no helmet) and riding a late 90s mountain bike-looked like an Iron Horse. He freaked out over my dog and asked me to hold her collar while he rode by. I told him she was friendly and wouldn’t bother him. We even stepped off the trail about 10 feet but he refused to move until I held her collar. Then he mumbled something about her being overly excited and that, “you never know with these animals.” All the while my black lab was laying on the ground, chewing on a stick. 🙄