Drive starts off fine. We pack the rental car, a Nissan Pathfinder, and head down to the I15. We stop for lunch somewhere along the road where there is nothing but beige matching houses and fast food restaurants. It’s 107 degrees, no kidding. We throw down a burrito and when I ask Jenny a simple question she mutters something unintelligible and tells me she can’t talk she’s in a “burrita como”, translation burrito coma. We stop in Baker to check out the largest thermometer in the world because our car says its 121 degrees and we want more proof…but it’s broken.
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