e arrived by night and turned onto the washboard road. The sky hung
heavy above us, and was illuminated only by the Universe and its twinkling disciples. Unsure of our location and without a plan, we took the
first right and followed the steam that rose from the earth. We pulled
aside a small tub, a circular stone pool. The engine cut out, the headlamps were attached, and I eagerly rolled out, surprising my sleeping legs. With high expectations, I plunged my hand into the gurgling pool. “Tepid! Lukewarm!” I screamed to Trevor,
who opted to stay put. Filled with a sense of disappointment and an urge to get in anyway, I
slumped back to the car.
We pulled off the road and leveled the truck. We knew we were nestled somewhere beneath the
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