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Then we fled through the snow and out of the wilderness.

In this weather, Baker was likely to be sold out of rooms.

Trixie suggested Nevada. She would.

We bugged out of there along those old dirt roads at a 35 mph clip. The snow was flying towards the windshield. I was listening to Art Bell. It was like some video game.

Once we got to I-15, the snow reduced our speed to 15-20 mph for much of the way to Primm, Nevada.

(Brief detour to the book version)

Photo by Tecopa Jane