A Basque rancher herding his cattle off the road for me.

The rancher used the oddest call, one that I could never reproduce. I found it quite a charming yip-yodel, but the cattle were not nearly as impressed. After ten minutes of his lazy calling to the cows, and my bemused attempts to duplicate his call, I just drove off the road, around the herd and waved.

This guy was the last person I saw, on foot or in a car, until about Milford, sixty miles away.