As you guys continue down the road, most of your nerves hold true during the stare down, though a couple of your friends have their fingers inching slowly to the trigger on their guns. They eventually disappear as you get closer to a border town. Its not on any map, but it does have a sign that says Pleasanteville, population 97. The road goes under a bridge, with both sides of the bridge covered in a small city, towers on all four corners with a chainlink fence around the perimeter. As you past though, you feel like all eyes are on you with what looks like everyone coming to the overpass to watch you guys past. You get the feeling there are not that many working vehicles that pass through this area and people like to see them go by. On the other side you find a sign, 50 miles to Port Augusta and the road was gone, with only a dirt path and splotchy patches of asphalt left.