The hill is pretty steep but you manage to slowly go down it without tumbling. Once a water moccasin on a ledge coiled and hissed as you passed. Now you are on the other side of this great man made ledge. You imagine this ledge was constructed in the 40's or 50's. Maybe to control flood waters before Colorado dammed the rivers. You walk along the two lane blacktop. On the side. You feel really paranoid. The trucks and muscle cars passing by honk and flip you off. Harsh distorted slogans screamed over loud engines. On the right side of the road is gentle fields of some long soft looking grass. Looks like easy walking. Or you could keep walking along this road and hope for the best. You keep finding strange semi interesting objects along the road. A descent but scratched pair of sunglasses that you are now wearing. A couple muddy rainbow colored monkey dolls you left half in the mud puddles you found them in. Many magazines fold open and closed along the road. You pick up one on stop motion animation and browse through it as you walk.