Chapter 4
Enduv Road
Beaners held tight to the paper with the directions she had written down during a phone call with the man who was allowing us to lease his Utah house. Apparently, the man was one of her bingo friends. Although she said we should all take comfort because he came to her with outstanding references, I mostly felt a rush of suspicion about how long she had been planning her half-baked escapade. Nevertheless, about an hour after crossing the Utah-Colorado border and turning off Highway 40, she announced that we were almost there.
“Turn right here, Jim,” she directed my dad.
“Are you sure, Bea?” he asked. “Although we are surrounded by the most beautiful mountains I have ever laid eyes on, we're out in the middle of no man's land.”
When I looked around, I could see moun
