They make a big deal of camping only in designated spots. Unlike most places, they're all fairly distant from each other; we chose #8, on the edge of a side canyon that leads down to The River.
As it turns out, enforcement, as with grazing practices, is nil. There're myriad campspots along the rim.
Though the vehicles couldn't be seen from the main road, the flags could.
We practiced our smugittude (#8 is the best!) -- in case anyone was bold enough to stop and ask how we liked it...or when we were leaving.
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