Laura's moving to Bisbee.
That's what she was saying, anyway. I didn't quite believe her. So I accepted her offer to join her on a Bisbee reconnaissance trip. She said she'd made arrangements for us to stay at a place that was "really, really cool." Naturally, I thought she meant the Bisbee Grand Hotel. "Nope," she said, and wouldn't tell me any more.
Then I went on a trip to the Salton Sea, where I met a woman who, on finding out I was from Arizona, mentioned that she would soon be in Arizona, specifically, a place called Bisbee. She said she'd be staying at a motel consisting of restored travel trailers.
A strange coincidence--that had to be where Laura was taking me . . .