Hot dog dinner
I suggest the name “Brenna Castle” for our newfound fortress. “But it’s for all of us,” she demurs.
“Okay,” I say, “how about ‘Abbott Castle’?” She decides that’s acceptable.
In spite of broad vistas unimpeded by trees or terrain, we didn’t see another soul during the last hour of driving. We take advantage of our utter isolation with incautious whoops and yells echoed around the towering walls of this ancient coliseum.