Skinwalker Zone

  Are Skinwalkers Dangerous Why Long-Haul Night Logistics in the High Desert Changed the Way I Drive Look, I’ve been driving a truck for about fifteen years now, mostly doing the graveyard shift between Nevada and New Mexico. When you spend that much time alone on Highway 50 or those backroads near Gallup, you see things. Most of it is just exhaustion—hallucinations from the white lines or a deer that looks a little too tall because of the shadows. I’m a professional, I keep a strict log, and I don’t believe in ghost stories. But there’s one night from three years ago that I still haven't filed away properly in my head. The Night at Mile Marker 114 I was hauling a load of medical supplies, which meant I had a strict temperature-controlled trailer and a GPS monitor that pinged dispatch every fifteen minutes. It was about 2:15 AM. I remember because I’d just spilled some lukewarm coffee on my lap—the lid on those cheap gas station cups never stays on—and I was fumbling for a napkin w...