For dinner Saturday night, they all piled into the pickup truck to head down to town, population miniscule, for dinner at the local eatery. From left to right, starting with Ana's chin, then Joyce, then Yvonne, and Woody behind the wheel. Halfway down the mountain, the truck started making a horrible noise, and the clutch went right to the floor. Ana diagnosed it as the clutch cable, since the same thing had happened to her when she was 19 and driving her first VW Beetle. They got out, chocked the tires (no emergency brake) and started the long walk to town.