We drove straight through a thunderstorm, because of course that's the weather when careening down curvy mountain roads. Some lady we had to pick up along the way fills our ears about how long it has been since she got to see everyone. We overhear a couple of phone calls to her husband, who is trying to sell their other home on the other side of the state. She's concerned about something with the awning and siding on that other house. Prior to all this, she was gnawing on some super crunchy chips with her mouth open. She's lived here her entire life, and knows where this place is we're trying to navigate through the storm. I'm annoyed, because I am the one driving through the mess. The one scenario I despise the most is slowly taking shape - driving in the dark while it's raining. I'm sure I am pissing off some of the locals driving behind us, as I'm trudging through the storm a couple miles below the speed limit. They'll get over it. I tighte...