Drive on furiously

He kept going sure of his own ability to find one stupid house. But the road is not kind. It began to twist and turn and belied which way is forward. The aching trees strech over head and cry out against their presents. Sarah was now latched firmly to John's arm. The Frustration was great. His very knuckles ache from gripping the wheel so tightly.

After what seems like hours they came to a definative fork in the road. Again John asked Sarah which way they ought to go.