This place is in the middle of nothing. Prescott, the closest town of any size at all, is 30 miles away. Cordes Junction is merely an intersection for gas and quick food. Arcosanti lies two miles beyond, on an unlit dirt road the texture of a washboard. The city sits on 860 acres.
All parking is outside the structures, which take up less than five percent of the land.
It is surrounded by nothing. Nothing but desert. This has got to be the wrong way, I'm thinking, when I hear the creak of metal and a thud. A shadow rolls past me, hits the wall, and veers off toward the ravine. It is pitch black.