2. Noname Canyon, somewhere northeast of Tucson
It is early Spring of the year the President uses American soldiers to attack Iraq. My road-compadre Everett and I flee town. Even without television, both of us are bone-weary of media lies and avarice.
We head south. We’ll see if we can find what seems to be a spring at the head of a canyon that may or may not be reachable by the dotted-line on the topo map that may of may not be a road my old truck can travel. We never get that far.