The bus driver was on an apparent back route to their destination, Walnut Ridge, Arkansas. Rock was on board, seated near two of his first cousins, twin brothers Bill and Crutch Aikman, and a few of their friends from high school. They had all decided to tag along with Crutch, who had left his car in the parking lot of the football stadium at Walnut Ridge High School. Crutch arranged for the bus to pick all of them up from the Crutchfield house in Nashville, Arkansas.
Rock had never driven from Nashville to Walnut Ridge but knew the towns were about a four-hour drive apart. He also knew the two ways to start the trip, either north on the highway to Murfreesboro or west to Prescott, but the driver headed out of Nashville on Main Street, which turns into a maze of dirt roads a couple of miles north of town. Rock was confused, but they wound through the countryside no more than a few minutes before the driver pulled into the parking lot of Walnut Ridge High's stadium, distinguished by it's rugged, mountainous backdrop.
"I never knew Walnut Ridge was so close to Nashville," Rock said.
"I didn't either," Crutch said. "Does anyone remember the way we just came?"
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