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Jake had explained to me that he was going to take the back way into Jerome…but I hadn’t realized just how “back” that route actually was until we left the southern edge of Williams, a small town about twenty miles west of Flagstaff, and headed off into the trackless wilderness.
All right, it wasn’t completely trackless. We were following a dirt road, one that seemed to be fairly well-traveled. However, since I’d never gone four-wheeling in my life, it definitely felt like we were out in the middle of nowhere.
“This route is really going to take us to Jerome?” I asked as we bounced along. In the back seat, Jake’s little red-brown dog with the extravagant ears was sliding around on the leather surface every time we hit a particularly nasty bump, but, judging by the doggy grin she wore
