She stopped at a small town with the quaint name of No Name Town. She asked for directions to Washington, from a man sitting on a miniscule porch in front of a general store, and got out of there. Something about the town was odd, but she didn't want to hang around to figure out what bothered her. A woman alone was a target for all the wrong kind of people.
She got on the road again, and something she'd seen nagged at her but she couldn't work out what. About two hours later, she carefully drove through the smallest of the potholes in the road when it hit her. That little town's roads had been perfect. And there'd been trees. Lots of trees. She didn't know of any town or city that still had that many trees and perfect roads. Did the aliens plant trees? She couldn't see them planting trees and fixing roads.