Dear God, that crazy woman you stayed with the other night. I'm still scared of her. She has all my respect. The people you meet in these places, there's no end to it. As they drive east, the road begins to swell up out of the ground.
Cliffs line the highway.
The van crosses bridges spanning rocky gorges. I'm sure craziness is already happening. By late afternoon, they pull up to the motel. A bad sign greets them. On the counter in the lobby sets a sloppily written sign.