So, let's say you're out there taking the Grand Tour, and you've already seen practically everything. Some of it's worth seeing twice, but surely there must be something new under the sun. Either way, you'll have to make a decision or two when you get to this place:



You've got lots of choices at this point. You decide you don't want to go here again:



And you don't want to go here again, either:



So you head off in the general direction of this place:



Until you come to another crossroads, in a town that reminds you of halftime at your High School football games, even though there's not a marching band in sight. You change your mind, and you bear right at the fork, driving, instead, toward this place:



Before you get there, you see Rick's Jeep parked by a dirt road with a cattle guard. He waves you down, and points to a thing sticking up above the hill just behind him. And he asks you--though you're not really sure if it's a literal question, or more rhetorical:



Where am I?