We weren't sure if we should take them to Dead Horse Bay. We hadn't met them yet, and the place isn't necessarily for everyone. Based on our phone calls, it seemed like a fit, but we couldn't be sure they'd be into a beach littered with thousands of glass bottles, toilets and shoes. We wouldn't know until their zip car pulled up and we said our first hello. The telephone rang. It was them. We peeked outside to the street through the curtain, grabbed our gear and headed downstairs. They got out of the car to greet us as we walked up with handshakes, hugs and hellos. Chellise and I collapsed into the backseat and looked at one another knowingly.
"So where are we going?" Amanda asked.
"Dead Horse Bay." We replied in unison.