With the sun rising over the mountains, Cinch, you know you're only a few miles away from the The Irons turn. This truck's a sturdy thing, but rough on poor Esco's leg with the bumping and jostling. Ahead you see that the road's been swallowed up by sand. It happens time to time, wind sweeps sand up and over a road and gobbles it up. Days later the wind will pick up the sand again and clear the road. Beckett made a joke once that the DVFP only got one big bag of sand and it keeps getting moved around all the time.
Then again, sometimes Sand Snakes will set up a trap on the sides of the road, sand over the road to push you over into it. That's happened. This is Sight-of-Day's area, her pack roams this strip of road.
What do you do?
Esco, you're "navigator", and this truck came with a small selection of shiny discs of music. What's playing?