It was a bright morning as the small rv rumbled along the road. A woman in her early thirties, Saria Johnson, was driving from their home on the east coast toward the mountainous west. Blowing a few stray strands of brown hair out of her face, Saria watched out for at least some place to stop so she could show her niece a bit more of the world. Maybe it would break her out of her funk. When the poor girl's parents died, Saria had taken her in as her godmother and aunt. The poor thing was so broken, sad that her parents had left her all alone in the world. The blue eyed woman thought that maybe seeing a different sight would break the young girl out of her depressed state. Maybe she would feel a bit better seeing some nature and having a fun time. The vehicle was quiet as the empty road stretched on and on. They had just been in the bustling cities and now the roads were desolate. It at least gave the two a calming atmosphere.