Car packed, smartphones turned off, paper maps in hand, and we are ready to roll to a desert campsite. Campfire stories, passing the bottle, a feast, music, and a scary search in the dark.

“ Soon after we cross the state line and enter Utah, we see the words “Vanishing Point” spray-painted onto an object we don’t recognize, marking the entrance to an old ghost town named Cisco. We can’t resist; it’s almost too fitting. We are about to vanish as well, or at least we feel like we are. We have to explore.”