Meeting another Christy

We took the dogs for a walk after dinner from Kenny Ray's (chicken fried steak too spicy for José) and a woman passing on the sidewalk asked "what town am I in?"  After a good laugh she explained she had gone through so many towns that she had lost track of where she was. 

We spent the next half hour telling how to get to Bryce, Zion and the North Rim.  She was from Maryland, traveling alone, doing some tent camping and motel stays. Very nice lady. 

When I introduced myself she reacted by asking how I spell Christy.  Turns out she is also a Christy.