We next found ourselves in the little town of Hillside, Arizona. We had to stop because we noticed a nice little blue flattie in a yard where the owner was working on a chainsaw. This was a pretty clean old CJ-2A that the owner said was a ’46. We wanted the Willys in the back of the Pig, as if it would fit, but the neighbor’s dog wanted a chunk of our flesh. You can have the Jeep Fido…or is it Cujo? We are betting there are some really remote trails around Hillside. Next time.