Rocks were now moving everywhere. They kept tumbling down the hills. They were bouncing across the road. Rocks were moving back and forth like in a giant sifter–rolling back and forth with the larger chunks coming to the top. It was all being sifted–frightening and yet unreal–almost detached. Shake. Shake. Shake. Yes, actually everything was being detached. Huge pieces were falling off the cliffs. I didn’t know where to, but we were sliding.
From inside the car it was mostly silent. We had lost the last radio station over an hour ago. We were now having trouble just dodging increasingly larger rocks. Rips and tears in the road were growing and it was getting more and more difficult to continue. . . .