My cousin and her friend decide to make a spontaneous trip (on their day off) up to the place in Ione north of Spokane. So they go up and get there before me. I pull up after dark and no one's around. I call and she tells me some BS story about how they are driving back from a neighboring town. I go and start cleaning the motorhome up and then hear things hitting the tin roof of the shed. I yell out the door "You might as well just come inside I know you're out there." But I humored them until I got bored, then turned off all the lights and stayed quiet until they finally gave up on hiding. So my cousin's friend Richae wants to go 4-wheeling. I drove up in a '78 GMC C30 2wd with racks and a bunch of broken concrete in the back. No other 4x4 truck up there runs that I'd trust to go up in the woods after dark and can seat more than 2 people total. We end up driving the 2wd GMC loaded down with Concrete up the powerline roads as they scream as we hit bumps. Then for the heck of it, I shut the engine off and the lights off all at the same time in the dark. Holy cow. My ears were ringing. Moral of this long pointless story- women can scream loud.