Invited GuestsOur trip along Carlsbad Cavern Highway was rather uneventful until we reached the intersection of National Parks Highway. That was when things took a turn toward bizarre.
“What is that, Nathan?” Wraith pointed ahead.
He pointed toward a small brick building with six garage doors. All of them were open but empty. A big white sign hung along the front of the building. Joel Volunteer Fire Department. A ladder truck was parked outside. It was nothing more than a scorched shell of metal on four smoldering tires. The only reason I knew what it had been was half of the ladder remained. It was a charred skeletal reminder of the attacks. Before our discovery, it felt like nothing more than a peaceful Sunday where the streets were empty because everyone had gone off to church.
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