The rain falls slowly at first, dripping from the pine tree branches one drop at a time as if taking turns making the plunge toward the soft dirt road. Drip. Drop. As dark clouds huddle together above the forested landscape, the rain begins to fall more quickly and heavily. Muddy pools form at the base of the white cardboard sign at the edge of the road, smudging the three-word message in navy blue letters:
LOSE YOUR CLOTHES.