I woke up someplace in Utah or Colorado or Nevada someplace. The road went up and down like big waves on the open sea. I looked out the window at the roadside, dusted with snow, and a rock wall, dynamite-blasted, higher than the sky. The van crept along at the edge of traction. I tried to get a sense of where we were. Where I was. Farther west than I'd ever been.

We entered a tunnel.