Schutzie would be unlikely to plant a garden in the canyon.
Not what I'd waste my time on.
I might depart my group at mile 8, then become a canyon legend perhaps known as the puddle pirate, or maybe the gully whumper, slipping into camps in the wee hours to liberate any alchoholic beverages, tasty food items, and random wimmen unwary enough to wander away from camp at inopportune moments.
And so I could stay in the canyon indefinitely I'd use my mechanically powered oar thingys, making it possible to move up and down the canyon at will.
Mortals would never see me; I would blend into the canyon like a whisper of breeze, awaiting the opportunity to strike at the unwary or camp jumping vermin and slip away before they even know they been struck.
Beware. I am the puddle pirate.