Keeler, California, is so far way that when you scan the radio for a station, it dials through empty airwaves until it comes all the way around to your original blank frequency, and goes again. I was driving south to north through the center of the state on the hunt for someplace remote and dry, extreme, unlike any of the landscapes familiar to me. I was following the grand American tradition of running westward from my problems. [...]
love this opening sentence