“Ok. It’s warmer and our colors look better. Where are we?”
She looked at me and rolled her eyes, “we are in Sedona, on a vortex.”
“What vortex? I don’t see a vortex, I just see dirt.
“I’m bored,” I complained when the vortex didn’t come to swallow me.
She rolled her eyes again and said we would go somewhere else where there would be people. I didn’t really know what a people was, but it had to be better than this faux vortex.