Great Basin National Park’s cave tour line looks nothing like a line and everything like a sleepy morning picnic. People with camping chairs, crumbly muffins, even travel mugs acting like everyone’s just here to swap hiking tips. There’s no rope, no sign, just that weird, silent contract where everyone tries to out-casual each other while actually watching the invisible order like hawks.

A young couple rolls up and plops next to the door, performing expert-level obliviousness. Maybe it’s a strategy, maybe it’s just too many years of brunches with bottomless mimosas. The others stay polite, letting it slide, because nothing ruins the park vibe faster than calling out strangers before breakfast, and becausr, as everyone on earth knows, the joy standing in line gives on its own is probably enough without having to fight.