You have to look backwards to see it.

A small camp trailer, tucked into a little nook of badlands.

Ninety miles out in the desert.

No license plate. No lock. But still sealed from mice and packrats.

But not from dust and dirt.

And there, on the kitchenette table, the newspaper left behind by the last campers.

Yellowed with age.

An entire front page with no news about elections and primaries.

How refreshing.

A peek at the dateline shows why.