And his Airstream Trailer
In a remote desert canyon, Gerghus lived in a small Airstream trailer that was parked on a bluff overlooking a sparsely traveled two-lane desert highway. The trailer was strategically placed so that it was not noticed by those driving the highway, yet Gerghus could watch the traffic from his trailer window.
He had been living there for over two years, but could not identify why he was drawn to the spot. It was surely one of the loneliest places imaginable. There were no other people living anywhere nearby. The conditions were stark to say the least. The summer heat was searing and it only rained a few times each year. Vegetation was sparse, but tarantulas and rattlesnakes and scorpions were plentiful. Gerghus had to drive his pickup truck sixty miles to the nearest town for supplies and water.
Gerghus spent his days watching traffic. On slow days no more than ten cars would drive by all day long. On busy days there were no more than fifty. What was very rare was for two cars to be coming from opposite directions at the same time. It was so rare, in fact, that Gerghus had yet to see it happen. From his vantage point, he could see about five miles of highway in either direction, and never had he seen more than one vehicle at a time. Even if he was not watching the highway, he could hear approaching vehicles and he would always stop…
