That was probably the last time anyone could have done so, because the place has since become a pickup place for strange flesh. My daughter is interested in geology, so I said … There were two cars in the parking lot, each with a man at the wheel. When we got out and began taking pictures and talking and doing ordinary things, first one car and then the other tore out of there—obviously the drivers were angry and embarrassed. I hadn't looked at them, hadn't said … …

Originally posted here:
Know Your Enemy – Crisis Magazine