"Nothing?" Static crackled around my dad's voice, and I pressed my phone harder into my ear. Reception wasn't the best up here. I was hoping that I was close enough to base camp for my WiFi box to pick up. "Nothing," I sighed into the phone. "It was a fool's errand, you know." My dad's voice was matter of fact. Annoyance prickled through me. "Not a fool's errand, dad. Artifacts have been found here before. There was an entire culture that lived here. We know this." "Found by who? The locals? Son, that poor town is a dead zone in the middle of nowhere. They've got to do something to keep stupid college kids hiking out there every summer, buying their food, sleeping in their motel...right? They do have a motel in that dump, don't they?" "Yes, Dad, there's a Motel 6." I rolled my eyes. "With ...