Lost In The Mojave
Baby, “please talk to me.” I don’t know why you’re so mad, “You wanted to see the Mojave Desert, and here we are.” We might be a little bit lost right now, but we will get out of here, everything will be just fine. Yeah, right, “Mr. Adm. Byrd, Mr. Christopher Columbus, the great explorer of the 54,000 square mile Mojave Desert.” Idiot, “A little bit lost!” You are the one who decided to turn off the Highway to do a little exploring. Have you ever heard of a compass?
There are so many All-Terrain Vehicle tracks out here you don’t know where any of them will go. Maybe that’s the problem, way too many paths, and I got confused about which one I was supposed to be taking. You sure got confused all right, “You don’t even have any idea what direction we are going, north east south or west.
We are running low on water, and the sun will be going down pretty quickly. Dear, we will spend the night right here by these big rocks, and be real cozy.
Hey lover boy, “I wonder if they got wolves out here that will come to have us for a midnight snack?” I can’t believe the mess you got us into because you wanted to be the Brave Desert Explorer. You left the pickup and trailer parked somewhere back along that road miles from Baker. We will be lucky if we ever see them again. Do you know this isn’t even a highway, just an old wagon trail between Baker and Kelso?
Baby, I have a strategy, the best thing to do right now is cuddle up to each other by this four-wheeler. Try to make ourselves as comfortable as we can. We don’t have that much gas left. We are going to have to wait for sunrise. When the sun comes up, we go the opposite direction to get back to Baker, California, or somewhere in California and back to civilization. Sooner or later, we will have to come to the interstate Highway that runs through Baker.
We are so far from nowhere our cell phones are useless out here. No one has any reason to be checking for a GPS signal coming from either one of our phones. We are not missing, just on vacation. I don’t think we could have gone far enough north to be near Death Valley. Baby, “It just seems to me like we been going around in circles all day.” You bet Sherlock, “Around in circles, that’s what you’ve been doing.”
Two weeks later, a Marine helicopter on maneuvers from Camp Pendleton, California, found an all-terrain vehicle out in Death Valley. The only signs of anyone being around there were torn pieces of clothing scattered all over. They were finally reported as missing tourists at Death Valley by the authorities.