Nothing by Drow

Out in the boondocks of Montana, there is a little, no tiny, town named Procter. Close to that is the enormous Flathead Lake. In this lake there is a large creature that lives in the caverns at the bottom. Some say that it is just a school of fish, but I believe that that creature really is down there, I’ve seen it on sonar myself. The Flathead Monster isn’t really why I’m here though, it’s just a little background information.
On the edge of this lake, was where my family and friends were camped for the week. My friend, Andrew, and I, on one sonny, early afternoon, decide to walk to that little, I mean tiny, town of Procter. Now, when I say tiny, I mean it is a general store, a gas pump, a propane tank and a long windy road… that’s it, no really.
Starting out, we walked to the highway, and crossed that into Oblivion, nothingness. All we saw was the road under our feet and the green all around us. The road wound around a hill and straitened out into a razor sharp line until far into the distance we saw it take another turn. Up above us the sun was blazing down on us with its scorching rays of over 100º F! As we were walking down that stretch of road, there was a hill to our right and on the left was a dip down, covered in green… oh, look, a tree…… then nothing but heat, blue, and green again.
The monotony continued for at least two hours; the same blue, the same green, the same road, the same sun. Then, something changed… the road, it turned! It moved and after it bent off towards the right, we saw a small store, and a small gas pump, and a small propane rank, finally, we stepped out of the nothing and we had reached Procter.
By this time we were so thirsty that we could have drunk up the entire lake, if we could have reached it, but we had to settle with a water bottle and a Gatorade©. Unfortunately, those only lasted about ten minutes of our way back. We were still so thirsty that we were both panting like dogs for water or something, anything. So, as we reluctantly left the so-called “civilization” behind, we stepped back again into the Nothing of that road, but we knew that somewhere over at the other side of this Nothing, was our family and friends. We walked all the way back and retraced our steps, all the while lamenting the stupidity and futileness of what we were doing, as our bottles melted in our hands. Finally after emerging once again from within the Nothing of across-the-highway, we came upon the scene of our parents frantically getting into cars to send out a search party for us (you think they presumed us dead or something).
Anyway, we walked into camp just then and when they saw us, they all started crying and hugging us and saying things like, “We were worried”, “Where have you been?” and, “Why were you two gone so long?” What I wanted to say was that we went into the Nothing and came back out alive. But all I said was, “We only went to Procter…”