Friday 5 a.m. When she finally got out of the mountains and pulled over, we all started to breath again. I think I heard Ericka saying a prayer under her breath thanking God she was still alive (dramatic again). We pulled into what seemed to be the hill leading to the Bates Motel! It was like the official last stop for any ghost truck drivers and their dilapidated cabs. We were f
orced to nap here as the next stop wouldn’t be for another 70 miles. (camera battery died so I don't have any real proof of the actually scariness)