The path had simply vanished. Or, at least, it seemed that way. Standing on top of a large sandstone fin in Devils Garden, it was difficult to tell which direction to go. Should we continue straight, descend the fin, slide between the rock wall and junipers, and hope to connect with the sandy trail we’d been following? Should we backtrack? We paused, looked around, and finally saw a crudely devised, human-made minibridge, constructed of thick branches, that crossed a thin crevasse. After negotiating that, we worked our way down the ancient sandstone on our backsides, hit the ground, and found the path once more. This is the story of trekking along parts of the lollipop loop that is the Devils Garden Trail, a 7.8-mile path that starts as a maintained…