Page 118 was the climax.

For those who never knew Lietha Ward, imagine a blend of Amelia Earhart’s guts, Hunter S. Thompson’s appetite for chaos, and your chain-smoking aunt who once wrestled a raccoon for a pork chop. In 1987, at age forty-two, Lietha Ward was a part-time librarian and full-time eccentric from Walla Walla, Washington. She owned a 1972 Plymouth Fury—a beige land-yacht she called "The Periwinkle Mule"—and a stubborn belief that her destiny lay not in the reference section, but in the Nevada desert.

Her "wild ride" was not a vacation. It was a quest.