"Honk."

"Watch where you are going."  An older man in his fifty's peers out the window at me and yells.

Eventually finding where I misplaced my Jeep, I drive as far away from the town as possible before I must stop out of sheer lack of sleep.  With my eyes closing, I stop along side of the road and nap for a few hours before continuing.  Once I am on the road again, I see the state line for Arizona and then come across a small town named Bisbee.

Glad that I filled up on ...