Mo and I got into my car and she directed me to Clem's place. I rented a khaki jeep, bought some bottled water, a Styrofoam cooler and a bag of ice. I transferred the shotgun and spotlight I'd bought into the jeep and then we tore out to find the Devil's Nose.
A dust cloud seemed to be engulfing us the whole trip, sort of like Pigpen from the Peanuts comic strip. We drove for what seemed like hours, Mo regaling me of stories of her deceased husband. Apparently they were quite the swingers when they were young.