We came over the hill into Utah Valley just as light was breaking. There were fruit orchards and the large lake before us. Kind of a peaceful feeling to be home free. Home? We had never lived here. But we had visited often and it seemed like home. I even found some country music on the radio. There were a few more cars moving freely on the roads. Julie was stirring and she awoke to the empty road ahead. She wondered what day it was. I didn’t have a clue. A fire truck went by headed south. By the time we got to Springville, there were even more vehicles on the road. And it was very early. We didn’t have a phone to try since we left them at home when the EMP fried them both. I got off at the first Provo exit and there was a station that looked like it was still in business. . . .